05-24-2021, 08:38 AM
let it all come out and burn like a fire
If she had expected company, it had certainly not been from the depths of the river. In truth, she hadn’t been paying attention. The falling dusk had been a sweet song on her sunset skin, lulling her into a sense of peace and belonging. It is a rare sensation for her, not because she had never felt like she belonged before, but because it is the first time she has truly felt understood. There is now a breath of welcome and sweetness in the night air she had never known before, and she wonders now how she had ever lived without it.
The girl’s greeting rising from the river, her voice like the babbling of a brook on a quiet spring day, causes Wrenley to whip around, a frown immediately displacing the serenity of her features. The movement is not nearly as sharp or abrupt as one would expect, instead bleeding and blending into the night as it carries her unconsciously in it’s embrace, a wisp of smoke on a very deliberate breeze.
Not that she’s paying much attention to that right now.
A scowl slips briefly across her lips before she schools her features, lavender eyes staring at the watery visitor with a mix of haughty irritation and unwilling curiosity. This girl is, after all, familiar in the oddest of ways. When her words register however, the frown still hovering at the edge of her lips deepens. “Are you trying to tell me your visitors respect daylight hours here?” she asks suspiciously. As far as she has seen, the world just doesn’t seem that respectful. Then she shakes her head, realizing it hardly signified. “Not that it matters,” she continues, voice creeping into a familiarly bored tone. “You’ve never had a visitor like me, I am sure.”
The girl’s greeting rising from the river, her voice like the babbling of a brook on a quiet spring day, causes Wrenley to whip around, a frown immediately displacing the serenity of her features. The movement is not nearly as sharp or abrupt as one would expect, instead bleeding and blending into the night as it carries her unconsciously in it’s embrace, a wisp of smoke on a very deliberate breeze.
Not that she’s paying much attention to that right now.
A scowl slips briefly across her lips before she schools her features, lavender eyes staring at the watery visitor with a mix of haughty irritation and unwilling curiosity. This girl is, after all, familiar in the oddest of ways. When her words register however, the frown still hovering at the edge of her lips deepens. “Are you trying to tell me your visitors respect daylight hours here?” she asks suspiciously. As far as she has seen, the world just doesn’t seem that respectful. Then she shakes her head, realizing it hardly signified. “Not that it matters,” she continues, voice creeping into a familiarly bored tone. “You’ve never had a visitor like me, I am sure.”
Wrenley
@[hyperia]