Padma
snakes among sweet flowers do creep
Luckily the sun wasn't out, else this would have really taken forever. It appears he is quite the hider, making this task that she deemed rather simple a bit more complex than she bargained for. The low lying shrubbery and endless cluster of oaks and mesquite bushes gave way to the most irritating copse of cover known to woman-kind. Maybe Padma just isn’t that virtuous of a creature, her practice of patience sorely lacking when it really comes down to it.
Any other time she might abandon course but seeing as the object at hand was potentially rewarding for her, well, she just couldn’t let it go. Bullheaded and stubborn but it had all panned out in the past and thus still she was here, sitting pretty and a small brood of mostly glorious obscure children. It’s so nice to have a nibble every now and then, even an open hand to feed you in the future should you ever find yourself in a position of need. One must do what one must after all.
He’s doing such a good job of hiding that the sudden breach of flesh causes her a start. Her fine neck whipping around and snaking out quite viper-like. A sudden rush of air leaves her bleached lips in a rather serpentine hiss and she exhales from the surprise. What a rotten bug.
“Elysssiumm” The name ends as the hiss too leaves her but she makes no qualms about submerging herself into the thicket. His multifaceted eyes gave her the nicest view of herself, a plethora of reflections like an endless array of mirrors. For a moment that what she does, admires herself within the reflective bulbs of his face and then she comes to the point of her search once again.
“This place is disgusting,” her loathing drips from her lips like sour venom. “Tannor’s constant disappearances lack the results I had once hoped for. Let us go back home don’t you think?” it is almost as if she is asking his permission or turning the question around as if it were his own idea though she really needs neither of those things. “We don’t belong here, not our kind, not in such a foul waste of land.” She spits the words as they rage to flee her twisted maw, little care taken with her once feigned adoration of the Heavenly highlands.
It’s the eyes that play next, those deep snake-pits that brought a curious distinction to her facial features. “Won’t you come with me Ely?” Long lashes slowly caress kisses along her cheeks as she stares long into his own uncanny windows, she wondered what kind of soul lay trapped within the all-seeing depths. "We can do better than this surely, we deserve better anyways."
Any other time she might abandon course but seeing as the object at hand was potentially rewarding for her, well, she just couldn’t let it go. Bullheaded and stubborn but it had all panned out in the past and thus still she was here, sitting pretty and a small brood of mostly glorious obscure children. It’s so nice to have a nibble every now and then, even an open hand to feed you in the future should you ever find yourself in a position of need. One must do what one must after all.
He’s doing such a good job of hiding that the sudden breach of flesh causes her a start. Her fine neck whipping around and snaking out quite viper-like. A sudden rush of air leaves her bleached lips in a rather serpentine hiss and she exhales from the surprise. What a rotten bug.
“Elysssiumm” The name ends as the hiss too leaves her but she makes no qualms about submerging herself into the thicket. His multifaceted eyes gave her the nicest view of herself, a plethora of reflections like an endless array of mirrors. For a moment that what she does, admires herself within the reflective bulbs of his face and then she comes to the point of her search once again.
“This place is disgusting,” her loathing drips from her lips like sour venom. “Tannor’s constant disappearances lack the results I had once hoped for. Let us go back home don’t you think?” it is almost as if she is asking his permission or turning the question around as if it were his own idea though she really needs neither of those things. “We don’t belong here, not our kind, not in such a foul waste of land.” She spits the words as they rage to flee her twisted maw, little care taken with her once feigned adoration of the Heavenly highlands.
It’s the eyes that play next, those deep snake-pits that brought a curious distinction to her facial features. “Won’t you come with me Ely?” Long lashes slowly caress kisses along her cheeks as she stares long into his own uncanny windows, she wondered what kind of soul lay trapped within the all-seeing depths. "We can do better than this surely, we deserve better anyways."