04-09-2016, 08:57 AM
Misra
He draws away from her, and she uses the space that falls between them as an opportunity to take in the sight of him. He is unlike Kirin in many ways - a deep hue of crimson and sienna, blended smoothly together with dark obsidian tresses that frame his handsome features well. His gaze is intense, yet soothing - the tension melts away from her taut muscles and she feels at ease with the gentle baritone of his echoing voice.
She has spent many of her days within the tight confines of a silvery cove with lapping waves and the rise and fall of an ebbing tide, often by the side of the most unusual and captivating individuals the world has had to offer. Nymphetamine is wholly unique to her in a sense - though he may look ordinary in comparison to the vibrant shades of lilac, violet and unusual, color-splattered wings she is used to, he was entirely extraordinary to her.
She offers him a warm smile - the very same genuine, but over-saturated sweetness bubbling beneath the surface of her large, endlessly deep doe eyes as she watches him. He moves closer again, and this time she does not waver. He seems to harbor no ill will, and his words (and eyes - he may think she is too young to understand it, but Kirin has gazed at her many times in the very same way, and she realizes instantly that he is drawn to her) speak volumes in depth and tone. The muscle between her brow bones furrows as he flinches at the mention of Siberian; he clearly knows of her ursine friend and for this she is grateful - but she wonders for a moment if he is simply shocked because what equine searches so vehemently for a bear?
In that context, she can see why he might falter for a moment, and she stifles another smile.
"That would be wonderful," Misra says gently, her dark brown gaze again peering into the ruins of the forest that lay before her. She aches to see Siberian again, and hopes that he has been well. He has been on her mind as of late and she did not know why. "I have heard much about the Chamber - it would be nice to see it up close and personal. I appreciate that you are taking precious time to aid me, Nymphetamine," She says with a sultry allure to her tone, gazing back to him, her eyes full of childlike, youthful vigor, while her tone and words spoke of years far beyond her own. Her innocence has been too far tainted by the manipulative, careful hand of a master, and she is none the wiser. "Thank you. Lead the way?"
she rules her life like a fine skylark
and wouldn't you love to love her?
and wouldn't you love to love her?