"The world will know when you fall."
Vanora’s eyes never left the dark winged man before her. His appearance still baffled her but she shouldn’t be surprised at such things. Her own father had climbed out of the sea, she had little to be surprised at. Her chocolate skin shimmered in the sun’s harsh light as she continued to analyze the situation.
Suddenly another’s voice echoed across the courtyard and Vanora stiffened for a moment. The Naga practically hissed inside her mind as another individual seemed to materialize from the shadows. Silver eyes swept over him quickly as she took in his skeletal appearance.
Be careful girl, The Naga warned, its voice a whisper within the darkness.
The newcomer was peculiar and the girl tilted her head, the expression on her face calm but curious. Her usual mask lowered a bit as she listened to the two men. She narrowed her eyes as they seemed to pick apart her words. Was it inappropriate to ask for asylum? To her, this was safety, even if the court was war ravaged. Their wars did not frighten her compared to the battle fought within her own mind.
“Asylum may not be the right word for many, but for me, it is perfectly fitting,” Vanora spoke simply, her words revealed nothing, her voice slightly agitated.
The woman listened as the winged beast introduced himself. Her face once more became emotionless, cold even, as her attention remained upon him.
Caine. Hmm. The name rolled about within her mind and she felt The Naga shrink away from it, disgust upon its grotesque face.
“It is interesting to meet you Caine,” Vanora replied with a polite dip of her head, her voice inquisitive.
“I am Vanora, I come from another continent but I am grateful to be in Solterra,” Vanora spoke clearly, her words seemingly devoid of emotion.
“And you?” she turned towards the man painted in midnight and tattooed with white. Her voice was bitter and untrusting, her defenses were up. She felt The Naga begin to pace once more.
“Why do you feel it necessary to sneak about in the shadows?” the bay woman seethed, anxious. She stepped back, her ears flicked forward but her chin high. She would not cower but she would be cautious. Ivory eyes flickered to Caine, her gaze contemplative if not a bit angry at the situation. Would she be safe here? Could she keep the monster caged if she remained so wary?
No, the creature responded as it laughed brutally.
"Vanora Speaks."
The Naga speaking.
Suddenly another’s voice echoed across the courtyard and Vanora stiffened for a moment. The Naga practically hissed inside her mind as another individual seemed to materialize from the shadows. Silver eyes swept over him quickly as she took in his skeletal appearance.
The newcomer was peculiar and the girl tilted her head, the expression on her face calm but curious. Her usual mask lowered a bit as she listened to the two men. She narrowed her eyes as they seemed to pick apart her words. Was it inappropriate to ask for asylum? To her, this was safety, even if the court was war ravaged. Their wars did not frighten her compared to the battle fought within her own mind.
“Asylum may not be the right word for many, but for me, it is perfectly fitting,” Vanora spoke simply, her words revealed nothing, her voice slightly agitated.
The woman listened as the winged beast introduced himself. Her face once more became emotionless, cold even, as her attention remained upon him.
Caine. Hmm. The name rolled about within her mind and she felt The Naga shrink away from it, disgust upon its grotesque face.
“It is interesting to meet you Caine,” Vanora replied with a polite dip of her head, her voice inquisitive.
“I am Vanora, I come from another continent but I am grateful to be in Solterra,” Vanora spoke clearly, her words seemingly devoid of emotion.
“And you?” she turned towards the man painted in midnight and tattooed with white. Her voice was bitter and untrusting, her defenses were up. She felt The Naga begin to pace once more.
“Why do you feel it necessary to sneak about in the shadows?” the bay woman seethed, anxious. She stepped back, her ears flicked forward but her chin high. She would not cower but she would be cautious. Ivory eyes flickered to Caine, her gaze contemplative if not a bit angry at the situation. Would she be safe here? Could she keep the monster caged if she remained so wary?
"Vanora Speaks."
tag: @Caine @Káin
art: zeni-graphics
