07-26-2018, 10:02 PM
Eyelids flutter gently, before lifting open to seek out the sound which roused her. The floral lass does not need to loo far to lay eyes on her spy. He is larger than her by far, a tapestry of mahogany and alabaster crowned in ebony. The young stag melds with the muted forest, clearly at home beneath the towering canopy. A dainty yawn is had before her limbs find themselves beneath her spangled bodice, lifting her to stand before the voyeur.
She appraised the stout fellow from beneath the satin curtain of her inky mane. It had been a cough which had called her from slumber. It was a relatively polite method, all told. Still, she had been having such a lovely sleep... "I do hope your reason for waking me is a good one, sir. I would have risen soon enough if you'd been patient. Who are you, anyhow?" Her tone was chiding without any bite. More, she wished to gauge his reaction. A toss of her finely shaped head emphasized her haughty demeanor. Yggsrasil was the Tree of Life. It was a high hat name that she intended to live up to. Life and all its vigors and joys were going to be hers to enjoy. She may as well start here.
@[Zain]
She appraised the stout fellow from beneath the satin curtain of her inky mane. It had been a cough which had called her from slumber. It was a relatively polite method, all told. Still, she had been having such a lovely sleep... "I do hope your reason for waking me is a good one, sir. I would have risen soon enough if you'd been patient. Who are you, anyhow?" Her tone was chiding without any bite. More, she wished to gauge his reaction. A toss of her finely shaped head emphasized her haughty demeanor. Yggsrasil was the Tree of Life. It was a high hat name that she intended to live up to. Life and all its vigors and joys were going to be hers to enjoy. She may as well start here.
@[Zain]