How many days had it been since they had woken here? Had it been so many days at all, or was time simply dragging on, moving slowly as if against a current? Jezanna felt listless without the structure of her days and nights, without her duties to keep her busy and her parents to keep her company. She was restless, unable to sleep though she could feel her body longing for it, and she was frustrated. No, she was angry, but the anger was an unwelcome feeling that she did not want poisoning her thoughts. The ink colored female breathed deeply, welcoming the cool air into her lungs as she paused beneath the brilliant sky.
It was a perfect, beautiful night, in essence. The sky was clear of any cloud cover and the stars twinkled and shone, so many little lights that she could not count them all. Jezanna was drawn, of course, to the night. Drawn to the stars and to the moon, and to their peace and grace. Her bright silver eyes swept across the heavens which seemed endless here, only distant shapes on the horizon to suggesting that there was anywhere else. There was a painfulness, a deep longing in her gaze and she was forced to look away when the feeling became too strong to hold in any longer. Rather, she focused on the plains and watched the breeze dance through the tall grasses which bent beneath its touch. This place was not far off from the mirror-like lake she had discovered and yet the rolling hills and the overwhelming openness made it seem like a different world. There was no hint of the water to be seen.
The sound of steps intruded into Jezanna’s thoughts and her ears flicked, catching the sound before she bothered to turn her head and seek it out. A silhouette approached through the night, looming and slow, but she did not fear. The form was familiar, the large wings and crystalline horn. Still, no relief flooded through Jezanna. Though they were familiar, it did not mean they were welcome. She straightened her stance, turning to face him as he grew closer, her metallic gaze piercing, shocking, bright. Lifting her head higher, though she was quite a bit shorter than he, the female squared her shoulders and held her ground. The wind blew a few stray hairs across her face.
“Eidolon,” she spoke shortly, taking a moment to observe him. She could not help but wonder if he too had been stricken mortal by their arrival here, could not help but wonder if he felt the loss as harshly as she did. For him it was only fair punishment. For Jezanna, it was cruelty. “Following me now are you? You don’t have anyone else to stalk, then?” Her words were calm but acute. She was not about to welcome him with open arms as though they were old friends simply because they were not. If he expected anything else then he was merely setting himself up to be let down. Idly, she recognized that she should not push him away too far but she preferred to hold him as far as she could without shutting him out completely. He was, of course, her only sort of protection or security. Fate’s twisted safety net.
@Eidolon
