08-24-2021, 05:54 PM
ISRAFEL
Israfel’s second step away from the trees is when she hears her name, and her golden eyes widen at the creature that emerges from the forest. She had spent the better part of two years beneath those limbs and had never seen anything like this.
She had certainly never met anything like this, so how could it know who she was? She was sure that only two others in the whole of Beqanna knew she existed - her mother and Reave.
A shiver runs through her when that claw traces her cheek and she stands there, unsure of what to do. She is not a fighter, not a warrior, but maybe if she can run into the forest she’ll disappear. She can run like a deer down familiar paths and hide among the shadows she once knew so well. If only she can get her legs to unstick from where they are locked.
Golden Israfel can feel her panic rising, the same feeling she had felt when she had disintegrated the bird in Nerine, but she tries to fight it. She doesn’t know that this serpentine creature is a threat. Maybe he just wants her to tell him a story? Those are all memories are, anyway. Hers aren't particularly interesting, but she could tell them anyway.
She clings to that thought as she takes a step away - and as feeble of a hope as it is it keeps the panic down for now. They are not far from the trees and she is so sure she’ll be safe if she can just get to them (just temporarily she tells herself as her gaze slides between the trees she believes will save her and this stranger that seems to know who she is).
“What memory would you like to hear first?” Israfel tries for casual, both in the question and the next step she takes, but she has begun to shake and she is suddenly unsure if she tries to run if she'll even manage it.
She had certainly never met anything like this, so how could it know who she was? She was sure that only two others in the whole of Beqanna knew she existed - her mother and Reave.
A shiver runs through her when that claw traces her cheek and she stands there, unsure of what to do. She is not a fighter, not a warrior, but maybe if she can run into the forest she’ll disappear. She can run like a deer down familiar paths and hide among the shadows she once knew so well. If only she can get her legs to unstick from where they are locked.
Golden Israfel can feel her panic rising, the same feeling she had felt when she had disintegrated the bird in Nerine, but she tries to fight it. She doesn’t know that this serpentine creature is a threat. Maybe he just wants her to tell him a story? Those are all memories are, anyway. Hers aren't particularly interesting, but she could tell them anyway.
She clings to that thought as she takes a step away - and as feeble of a hope as it is it keeps the panic down for now. They are not far from the trees and she is so sure she’ll be safe if she can just get to them (just temporarily she tells herself as her gaze slides between the trees she believes will save her and this stranger that seems to know who she is).
“What memory would you like to hear first?” Israfel tries for casual, both in the question and the next step she takes, but she has begun to shake and she is suddenly unsure if she tries to run if she'll even manage it.
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