LIESEL
she must be a descendant of wolves;
because her skin smells as though it is pure moonlight.
she must be a descendant of wolves;
because her skin smells as though it is pure moonlight.
Winter.
She could recall the gentle bite of it, the small changes in the jungle air that had heralded its coming when she was a child. The sensation of cold kissed mornings, still pleasant enough that she slept under the stars upon the beach and the feeling that all was well — but that was all, the extent of her memories of winter at her birthplace... with her family. She must have had one, knew there was a heritage behind her, a wolf song that she heard and felt thrumming within her... but whenever she tried to summon the memory of family, her mind found nothing but empty shores.
Liesel pushed the thought out of her head solemnly, shaking out her silver-lilac hair and brightening as her lips curved into an excited smile. She approached the festival with a crowd of others from the Dawn Court, grinning and laughing easily amongst them, her laugh like a silver bell through the crowds. The group split and she took a moment to admire the decorations and dim lanterns littering the sky — she wanted to see everything, experience everything they had to offer.
After a moment, she began to move lightly through the crowd, slipping through them daintily, amber gaze wandering over the pots of ink and the tattooed skin around her before settling upon a familiar figure. Her eyes lightened, lashes brushing her cheekbones as she smiled to herself, admiring Kasil's strength within the thriving city. Another figure drew close to her King, covered in slowly melting snow — Liesel grinned and began to weave her way toward them.
Her slim frame slipped in beside the man in winters embrace, though her eyes couldn't help but to lock onto Kasil's first, glinting in amusement. She flicked her gaze back to the snow quilted man, grinning as she said wryly;
"Run into some bad weather?"
@Kasil @Auru sorry if this is all over the place!
She could recall the gentle bite of it, the small changes in the jungle air that had heralded its coming when she was a child. The sensation of cold kissed mornings, still pleasant enough that she slept under the stars upon the beach and the feeling that all was well — but that was all, the extent of her memories of winter at her birthplace... with her family. She must have had one, knew there was a heritage behind her, a wolf song that she heard and felt thrumming within her... but whenever she tried to summon the memory of family, her mind found nothing but empty shores.
Liesel pushed the thought out of her head solemnly, shaking out her silver-lilac hair and brightening as her lips curved into an excited smile. She approached the festival with a crowd of others from the Dawn Court, grinning and laughing easily amongst them, her laugh like a silver bell through the crowds. The group split and she took a moment to admire the decorations and dim lanterns littering the sky — she wanted to see everything, experience everything they had to offer.
After a moment, she began to move lightly through the crowd, slipping through them daintily, amber gaze wandering over the pots of ink and the tattooed skin around her before settling upon a familiar figure. Her eyes lightened, lashes brushing her cheekbones as she smiled to herself, admiring Kasil's strength within the thriving city. Another figure drew close to her King, covered in slowly melting snow — Liesel grinned and began to weave her way toward them.
Her slim frame slipped in beside the man in winters embrace, though her eyes couldn't help but to lock onto Kasil's first, glinting in amusement. She flicked her gaze back to the snow quilted man, grinning as she said wryly;
"Run into some bad weather?"
@Kasil @Auru sorry if this is all over the place!
