she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
Maerys wondered how many minutes it took to build a bridge, how many long hours went into sculpting something so superbly intricate. As she skipped over the translucent matter, her eyes moved over its composition as her thoughts queried about how it came to fruition. The sea swept underneath akin to some timeless and fluid artery of the planet, highlighting the peculiarities in the build - arbitrary embedded pearls, fossilized fish, feathers, and more things that simply did not belong.
Abruptly, there was Efphion. Though Maerys wasn't conscious of it yet, the dusky daughter was cigarette haze whirling in with an odor as rancid as it was addictive, depositing its jaundiced resin. In Maerys' eyes, being a warrior symbolized rhythmic finesse and the capacity to protect and shield cherished ones and spaces, not bloodthirst and the acute appetite for slaughter. Not knowing anything of the stranger, however, Maerys only thought the guest was lovely with a soothing elegance that made a poignant pang of longing race her veins before subsiding.
Efphion was composed of molten silver and coal agate gradients that transitioned sleekly in eddies over her lithe figure. She was the sky mid-storm; greys of a multitude of casts and depths. Maerys could've bathed in the atmosphere so electric. Her eyes were a melt of autumn tones, forever keeping the frost out, with deep and blunt splotches embroidering them. Her sable waves bounced softly at her movements, glinting at any hint of light in their direction.
And though she loved the sun, she was appeared to be more of an earthen czarina; a flourishing blossom amongst the leaves.
Maerys pushed in her direction, mauve sights regarding the jewelry the stranger maintained before retiring on her eyes. "Well met," she started delicately, her tone content with its usual accent. "I am Ma -" was all she could utter before she was cut off by a harsh shriek overhead. It was none other than a dragon, unmistakable to all those that had met the pink-and-peach mottled animal before. The beast was prompt to moor beside Maerys and scrutinize Efphion with the equally intrusive and destructive eyes of a snake. "I am Maerys," the girl resumed once the winged serpent had quieted beside her. "This is Vradara." The dragon's tapered head tilted at her name, but her eyes did not leave Efphion's.
It was clear with every passing second, Vradara contemplated whether the stranger was friend or food.
Abruptly, there was Efphion. Though Maerys wasn't conscious of it yet, the dusky daughter was cigarette haze whirling in with an odor as rancid as it was addictive, depositing its jaundiced resin. In Maerys' eyes, being a warrior symbolized rhythmic finesse and the capacity to protect and shield cherished ones and spaces, not bloodthirst and the acute appetite for slaughter. Not knowing anything of the stranger, however, Maerys only thought the guest was lovely with a soothing elegance that made a poignant pang of longing race her veins before subsiding.
Efphion was composed of molten silver and coal agate gradients that transitioned sleekly in eddies over her lithe figure. She was the sky mid-storm; greys of a multitude of casts and depths. Maerys could've bathed in the atmosphere so electric. Her eyes were a melt of autumn tones, forever keeping the frost out, with deep and blunt splotches embroidering them. Her sable waves bounced softly at her movements, glinting at any hint of light in their direction.
And though she loved the sun, she was appeared to be more of an earthen czarina; a flourishing blossom amongst the leaves.
Maerys pushed in her direction, mauve sights regarding the jewelry the stranger maintained before retiring on her eyes. "Well met," she started delicately, her tone content with its usual accent. "I am Ma -" was all she could utter before she was cut off by a harsh shriek overhead. It was none other than a dragon, unmistakable to all those that had met the pink-and-peach mottled animal before. The beast was prompt to moor beside Maerys and scrutinize Efphion with the equally intrusive and destructive eyes of a snake. "I am Maerys," the girl resumed once the winged serpent had quieted beside her. "This is Vradara." The dragon's tapered head tilted at her name, but her eyes did not leave Efphion's.
It was clear with every passing second, Vradara contemplated whether the stranger was friend or food.
M A E R Y S
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