Caelum
I'm pulling at my clothes
I'm tryna keep my cool
I know it shows
The fae was being cautious.
And it was affecting her genial mood when introducing herself to strangers. But she also knew, upon being where she was; caution was important. She hadn't been too concerned when first entering these caves, unaware of their importance. Now, having experienced kidnapping before; a stranger was considered an unknown until their motives could be revealed.
This stranger soon apologies.
His voice soft, though she can't help but wonder if it was an act or a true softness. She had heard of others able to utilize honey words as deceitful trickery. She herself was know to hide her own emotions behind false smiles and laughter. His gaze falls to her feet and she glances down at the flowers scattered around her limbs.
The small flowers brushing her ankles, petals nuzzling her.
He introduces himself as Jarek, of nowhere; and a faint frown touches her features. Nowhere alluded to Vagabond. She hadn't properly met one, unless you counted Huehuecoyotl; but Coy had been a part of her own past, a familiar face; and he'd settled into Dawn when his mate had become Sovereign.
Sometimes her own connections startled her.
Old friends with the mate of the Dawn Sovereign, Best friends with one of the Co-Sovereigns of Denocte. Her thoughts trail of when he mentioned having never seen blooms like the ones growing around her. A hoof pushes through the blossoms. Her voice was soft when she spoke, "Oh, they tend to reflect the flowers found in the locations I am in." She explains wings rustling, shedding fairy dust that glitter in the soft red glow of her necklace.
"It is supposed to be a birthright."
Her voice makes it obvious it's not a birthright she is comfortable with.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Jarek
Notes:
And it was affecting her genial mood when introducing herself to strangers. But she also knew, upon being where she was; caution was important. She hadn't been too concerned when first entering these caves, unaware of their importance. Now, having experienced kidnapping before; a stranger was considered an unknown until their motives could be revealed.
This stranger soon apologies.
His voice soft, though she can't help but wonder if it was an act or a true softness. She had heard of others able to utilize honey words as deceitful trickery. She herself was know to hide her own emotions behind false smiles and laughter. His gaze falls to her feet and she glances down at the flowers scattered around her limbs.
The small flowers brushing her ankles, petals nuzzling her.
He introduces himself as Jarek, of nowhere; and a faint frown touches her features. Nowhere alluded to Vagabond. She hadn't properly met one, unless you counted Huehuecoyotl; but Coy had been a part of her own past, a familiar face; and he'd settled into Dawn when his mate had become Sovereign.
Sometimes her own connections startled her.
Old friends with the mate of the Dawn Sovereign, Best friends with one of the Co-Sovereigns of Denocte. Her thoughts trail of when he mentioned having never seen blooms like the ones growing around her. A hoof pushes through the blossoms. Her voice was soft when she spoke, "Oh, they tend to reflect the flowers found in the locations I am in." She explains wings rustling, shedding fairy dust that glitter in the soft red glow of her necklace.
"It is supposed to be a birthright."
Her voice makes it obvious it's not a birthright she is comfortable with.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Jarek
Notes:
My cheeks are turning red
I'm searching for the words inside my head
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