no one really knows what the ocean hides
but you and I, bird, we’re gonna find out
Reia is brash, unafraid. Her very nature, woven into the strands of her DNA, scream for her to oust the intruder. The loud rush of air when she unravels her wings buffets Eurwen. Each motion is deliberate enough to bring them to the border. Only then does Reia still herself, her wings coiled and her breath labored. Seething, she hisses through her jagged teeth. ”I don’t care. Even I know how rude it is to waltz into someone’s home uninvited. You’re a Nerinian, not a Taigan,” Reia lifts her chin, looking down her nose at Eurwen and scoffing, ”I would think a kingdom dweller would have better manners.” Hypocritical of her to say considering the amount of times she blurred the lines between Loess and Taiga to find Pteron. ”Taiga and Nerine aren’t on the best of terms, so please, try telling me again why you should have free passage?” A primal snarl lifts the scaled edges of her lips, revealing the jaws like her father, and his father before him. ”I’m not a princess,” the title always angered her, always brought her blood to a boil. Her teeth clack together, tempting fate, but the crack of a nearby twig provides distraction and pause.
Celina steps forward, her own toothy grin similar to Reia’s, and addresses them questioningly. Although prepared to respond, Eurwen takes the liberty. A low chuckle claws from the fiery depths of her core, spilling from her lips freely, unbothered by the quip. ”As you can imagine, we didn’t think highly enough of one another to stay in touch,” they each had their contrasting reasons, but she doesn’t delve deeper into the matter. Just another grain of sand on the shoreline.
Breathing in Celina’s scent, Reia more accurately defines her and offers a Cheshire grin in mirror of hers. ”The Nerinian thought herself free of border regulations because she also lives in the north,” there is cruel amusement rising in the tone of her voice as her cerulean eyes dance from Eurwen to Celina, curious as to where the kelpie stands on the matter. Neither of them seemingly fit in line with kingdom expectations, their lives skewing awry depending on how they arise each morning. They are feral beasts straying from the popular norm by free choice alone.
Licking the lips contemplatively, Reia slowly turns her head back to the Nerinian, her gaze narrowing. ”What agenda item brings you so rudely into Taiga?” She chews idly, swallowing the saliva accumulation in her mouth as her thoughts stray to the idea of her next meal.
and I'll be next to you when the lights go out
@[Eurwen] @[Celina]