↞ Meira ↠
There is something peculiar about the Unicorn standing at the edge of the fire. She is not mesmerized by the equines, nor those who call themselves mages. Meira does not believe these equines to be mages, for they do little more than throw bits of metal into the fire that stain the smoke. She watches the Unicorn from a distance, she too is not invited into the throng of bodies that try so hard to mimic the sea. It is a false sea, one that the Roanne rejects. Her thoughts continue to drift back toward the peculiar femme, with war in her eyes. A lion rests beneath the surface of her pale hide. She does not believe that this is a mistake, it is too obvious. No predatory is ever truly able to hide themselves, or so she thinks. The woman is smaller than her, but not by much. Ivory limbs stalk across the ground, a ground that seems to be alive with magic beneath her feet. Meira draws her gaze from the Unicorn's feet back to her face.
It is not familiar to her. Why should it be? Meira has made no friends that bind her to this court. She is a soldier in more ways than one. A blast of coloured smoke rises from three columns suddenly. The peculiar woman begins to stalk closer and closer to the flames. She is in a world all her own, or so the earthen Unicorn deems. She is a sea made of earth, in more ways than one. Still, the woman draws closer to the flames. Closer and closer the horrible thing stalks, and the pit in her stomach grows. It swells like a horrible wave and threatens to crash down around her. Before she can think, she is moving. Moving toward the horrible war-eyed woman. The blood tint of her eyes dances in the firelight, it makes Meira's skin crawl. She is not fond of real magic, and yet she is compelled to intervene. "What are you doing?" She asks quietly, because she does not want that hate to fall upon her.
Her striped frame has stepped in front of the other Unicorn. She has placed herself between the other woman and the fire.
I hope this is okay! @Danaë
It is not familiar to her. Why should it be? Meira has made no friends that bind her to this court. She is a soldier in more ways than one. A blast of coloured smoke rises from three columns suddenly. The peculiar woman begins to stalk closer and closer to the flames. She is in a world all her own, or so the earthen Unicorn deems. She is a sea made of earth, in more ways than one. Still, the woman draws closer to the flames. Closer and closer the horrible thing stalks, and the pit in her stomach grows. It swells like a horrible wave and threatens to crash down around her. Before she can think, she is moving. Moving toward the horrible war-eyed woman. The blood tint of her eyes dances in the firelight, it makes Meira's skin crawl. She is not fond of real magic, and yet she is compelled to intervene. "What are you doing?" She asks quietly, because she does not want that hate to fall upon her.
Her striped frame has stepped in front of the other Unicorn. She has placed herself between the other woman and the fire.
I hope this is okay! @Danaë
