isn't it lovely all alone, heart made of glass, my mind of stone
She wavers on the edge of Pangea, staring with almost expressionless eyes. Almost, because sometimes there is a flicker of something; a spark of amusement, a flash of annoyance, but always so quick and fleeting. Today, there are just glimpses of curiosity glinting in the purple-black of her irises, even if what she sees at first is not terribly interesting. Pangea is a network of canyons, split by a river that lazes along at a pace that is almost infuriatingly slow. From where she stands, she can see the darkness that lingers above the heart of the territory, and below it the gaping crater that caves inwards to the earth. It was a peculiar land, and one that she had only heard her mother mention briefly. Islas didn’t ask many questions about their family, and Ryatah offered even less answers.
Pangea had been an accidental slip of information, and truthfully, Islas isn’t sure why she’s here, or what could be gained from coming here.
The air was warm here, but suffocatingly so. It was not a sweet summer like the rest of Beqanna, but instead something hot and relentless, as though the shadows above were trapping the heat until she choked on it. She presses onward regardless, ignoring when her mane begins to cling to her neck that grows damp with perspiration, lending an almost iridescent sheen to her unnaturally white skin.
She isn’t sure why the lion cub catches her attention, and she especially isn’t sure why she approaches. It isn’t because something tells her she should be afraid of a predator – besides, this one was clearly too small to bring her any harm – but more so because Islas rarely let anything draw her in. But in a matter of moments, she is drawing alongside the young girl and her companion, and while it was difficult to discern with the girl in this form, she ventured to guess that she was younger than the year old she herself was. “Are you going to jump, or are you just staring?” There is an odd bluntness to her voice, even though it is not meant to be hostile. Perhaps if she had allowed a smile to soften her face, she would not have seemed so frigid, but as it is, she simply stares at the girl with a look of guarded interest.
@[Felicitey] @[litotes]
I figured we would wait for Phae to reply to with Lie, but Islas was bored and has been meaning to come to Pangea (: