f l o r e n t i n e
Pan was late. Where once Florentine might have been bossy, reprimanding the colt for his untimely arrival, well, now she took the delay as an opportunity to sleep.
The role of Emissary, with all of its demands, was exhausting even on the girl for whom adventures were made. So it is that Pan would find her, nestled into a dark corner of the damp swamp, one wing swept over her body and face like a blanket.
The sounds of night here were as loud as the day, for night flies came when the day flies went. They glowed and danced like fairies lit with starlight. About and about they swirled and twirled, tripping over the murky waters. The shallow pools bubbled and lapped with the stirrings of night creatures rousing in their depths.
For a long while Flora listened to the wild orchestra, her mind upon a boy with a cut shoulder and bruised fruit. She wondered where Auru was now… was he still tending his wound from their encounter? It seemed the twilight girl had only bad luck with boys since she arrived here.
The sound of a familiar voice, high with youth yet soft with secrecy, crept its way into her fitful dreams. From the pool of sleep-imbibed thoughts the girl began to rise, a wing falling away as one bleary eye settled upon the distant form of her friend Pan.
Rising from her place of rest, leaves and mud clinging unkemptly to her skin, Flora takes a step towards him. The yawn that parts her lips is muffled, yet not contained, and after she smiles sleepily at her friend. “Here Pan. Let’s go.”
Deep into the swampland she leads him. Over bramble and brush, hanging vines and lurking pools they step. Her way is slow and wary; for it is easy to believe that dangerous things lie in the dark of this swamp. But only one girl would know for sure…
“Yana.” Florentine calls, her voice too melodic for the chirping and buzz of insects. They quieten, as if to here the girl’s call once more. “Yana, I have brought a friend, I have a favour to ask of you…”
She licks her lips, amethyst eyes bright even in the dark silver of this murky woodland. “Will you join us?”
@Pan @Yana
this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
The role of Emissary, with all of its demands, was exhausting even on the girl for whom adventures were made. So it is that Pan would find her, nestled into a dark corner of the damp swamp, one wing swept over her body and face like a blanket.
The sounds of night here were as loud as the day, for night flies came when the day flies went. They glowed and danced like fairies lit with starlight. About and about they swirled and twirled, tripping over the murky waters. The shallow pools bubbled and lapped with the stirrings of night creatures rousing in their depths.
For a long while Flora listened to the wild orchestra, her mind upon a boy with a cut shoulder and bruised fruit. She wondered where Auru was now… was he still tending his wound from their encounter? It seemed the twilight girl had only bad luck with boys since she arrived here.
The sound of a familiar voice, high with youth yet soft with secrecy, crept its way into her fitful dreams. From the pool of sleep-imbibed thoughts the girl began to rise, a wing falling away as one bleary eye settled upon the distant form of her friend Pan.
Rising from her place of rest, leaves and mud clinging unkemptly to her skin, Flora takes a step towards him. The yawn that parts her lips is muffled, yet not contained, and after she smiles sleepily at her friend. “Here Pan. Let’s go.”
Deep into the swampland she leads him. Over bramble and brush, hanging vines and lurking pools they step. Her way is slow and wary; for it is easy to believe that dangerous things lie in the dark of this swamp. But only one girl would know for sure…
“Yana.” Florentine calls, her voice too melodic for the chirping and buzz of insects. They quieten, as if to here the girl’s call once more. “Yana, I have brought a friend, I have a favour to ask of you…”
She licks her lips, amethyst eyes bright even in the dark silver of this murky woodland. “Will you join us?”
@Pan @
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
