They could have been anyone, could have done anything. But they did not. They could not have possibly known who I was, though I dared allow the thought to cross my mind. I was merely the not-Princess of Denocte after-all. No one of real import. She spoke of imps and I wonder if she spoke of the strange, whistling beings from before. The ones that were there, but not really there in their halo of light. There were none to be seen from my point of view.
There was no answer to be given as she continued, turning to face me with a glint in her eyes. Not quite a threat, no, more like a passive annoyance. Are you nervous, stranger? she asks, taking slow, purposeful steps in my direction. From the ripple of muscle beneath her skin to the veiled tone of her voice, it could only be presumed that this mare expected me to be frightened. I watched her advance, watched her mouth work as if she were trying to swallow something vile as she moved on to introduce herself. Effy, of Solterra. Not the first time I have ever met a Solterran, but the first time I have ever encountered one of their soldiers. As she speaks of beasts and danger, I can only offer a single raised brow, fighting to hide the amusement from my gaze. What would Isra do? I think, knowing that she would not allow herself to show any signs of affect or weakness. The sea-born Queen would hold herself with elegance and poise. She would probably have some poetic words to say about the spitfire's attitude. I... had none of these things. Elegance was a practice yet beyond my grasp. Though even as the thought crossed my mind, I adjusted my stance so as to appear more steady on my feet.
Something moved within the wood, teasing my peripheral.
"Well met, Effy of Solterra." I speak, finally, keeping my voice soft and even. "I am Illu of Denocte." Should I tell her about Isra? I wonder. Should I tell her that there are no creatures to bump me in the night that I have not already survived. Should I tell her about the- my breath catches as a flurry of commotion explodes from the trees. It is a high pitched keening sound that buries itself into the shell of my ear like a burr. Light is everywhere, small, angry bodies of pure energy that appeared to be utterly furious. For why though, I have no idea.
ooc: @Efphion LOOL i love.
