dress me up and watch me die
Never did she expect loneliness to find her. She supposes it flirted with her, the dark edges of the forest far from the reach of her parents, but it never held her so close as now.
Is it the solitude that chills her to the bone? Is it loneliness that pierces into her skin like a polished knife and flays her? It’s autumn, but suddenly her skin prickles with a frigid cold that takes the breath from her lungs. Uncertainly, Adarra’s brows stitch in a thoughtful frown before her eyes climb up the trees to see a flicker of motion pass her by. Tucked in the dense redwoods, she is concealed by the branches, but not at all spared by the wintry blanket left in the outsider’s wake. A shiver runs the length of her spine. Her breath is regained, a cloud curling in front of her face.
The sound of wings is unlike her own – leathery, sharply snapping – but draws her from her shadowed loneliness nonetheless. Curiosity glitters her olive green eyes, as does mild disapproval. A disgruntled shuffle of her wings announces her arrival as she mutely approaches, her hooves whispering across the forest floor. ”Excuse me, but that was rude,” she lacks the venom in her voice of which mother has a surplus. It’s a sharp statement, adorned with a frown on her pretty face, but nothing of her posture reads aggression.
She watched her mother enough to be embarrassed by such dramatic displays.
Tossing her head to shuffle the forelock from her eyes, she simply asks, ”Why did you do that? Make it feel like winter when it isn’t time yet?” Another ruffle of her feathered wings, warming herself against a blustering wind. ”I don’t have my winter coat yet.” Young and still innocent, she narrows her eyes as though that would be enough to force his apology.
adarra
@[Leilan]