FLORENTINE
always one decision away from a totally different life
The monster’s gaze turns upon the pegasus and her heart stops within her chest. To keep aloft, her wings strong, was suddenly an effort. Adrenaline peaked and then fled in the numbing, stealing wake of terror.
Florentine had seen so many beasts since she had roamed so many worlds, but here, held fast between the eyes of this great monster, she feels so dreadfully in awe.
Its great head tips, its horns seeming to scratch the clouds from the skies. It steals Florentine’s breath and her lungs spasm within her ribs.
The eyes that follow her are hungry and curious. They are as unwavering as the gaze of a cat surveying its prey. Florentine’s own gaze falls to Raymond, where he stands, staring up at the creature before him. It does not move to attack the crimson warrior – not when it’s eyes are still so fully upon the girl who flutters like a moth.
The paw comes up and Flora should have known it would. She should have seen those eyes as Raymond had, but the Dusk girl does not have the advantage of a connection with this beast. It therefore does not cross her mind that this might be the kitten, who was once so fragile and naked, that she had saved.
A cry leaves her lips and her eyes are on Raymond for a moment too long. The claws arch up to swat her from the sky. Here she is little more than a fly, a pest to this beast that make even mountains looks small. Florentine sees the arm lift like a terrible omen. It comes through the air with the force of death pushing the air before it.
Ray begs her down, her eyes incredulous and bright lower to where he stands, all tense angles and lines. “Down.” She breathes, shocked and wild and pushes herself out over the sea, aiming to be free of the reach of this beast. “Ray, it is a monster.”
Then she pushes down, sweeping in low, reaching for the crimson warrior. She is close enough to hear him say It is Ruth. and the girl stops midair, her eyes lifting to drink in the monster before her. The keen eyes that once stalked her tail from the delicate skull of Raymond’s cat.
Ruth.
Florentine is numb, oh so numb. What twisted trick of the Rift was this? Her love of ancient time and magic, turns to ash within her mouth.
@Raymond | | oooer....
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
