Though her back was turned to him, the young moon could hear the rustle of his feathers as he shifted and moved. She did not see the outstretch of Eidolon’s wing as he thought to move it around her but changed his mind, pulling it back to his side. It was probably for the best, for she might have taken a few feathers out of it had he touched her. Despite her conceding that they needed shelter, she was still not ready to be his buddy, not ready to let him off the hook for the wrong he had done. It was far too soon for her, the truth too overwhelming.
“Yes, at the southern point on the coast,” the midnight daughter spoke, at last turning her silver gaze toward the violet clad stallion once again. She did not miss the inflection of his voice and her eyes flickered, narrowing slightly, so quickly it was near impossible to see. Jezanna could not even begin to understand how it was possible he could feel any such way of her. It only made her think that there was indeed something that he was hiding, and the girl didn’t know whether she should fear the truth or not. Whatever the case, she did not want to hear it.
“Let us go, then,” Jezanna said, her hair swinging as she turned south and headed away from the prairie. Her thoughts turned to the high stone walls of the keep and wondered what was hidden within, who else she might meet. Feeling lost as a bird with no direction she could not pass up the opportunity to become familiar with others, to perhaps learn even more about this world. It was a pining inside her, a thirst that she longed to sate. Despite the two, Aislinn and Rostislav, that she had met that night on the lake and what had been revealed to her, Jezanna still felt on the outside.
@Eidolon Jezanna out c;
