She doesn’t realize she isn’t alone until he speaks. Her wide green eyes are focused on this place - new and wonderful and different. It is written in every line of her young body, in the slight quiver of her wings where they splay half-cocked, and in the tensity of the lean muscles of her slim form. When she hears him, she whips around, startled by the unexpected arrival.
It takes a moment for the question to register, but when it does, she relaxes slightly as a laugh escapes her lips, fueled both by humor and relief. “Not anymore,” she replies on a nervous giggle, not quite sure how to react to this stranger. He’s beautiful, and a part of her quite suddenly wishes to touch the marks glowing faintly against his cheeks. She resists the urge of course, but it reminds her of some of her siblings.
There’s an odd sort of comfort in finding such a similarity.
He offers her advice in an almost offhand manner, and she finds herself nodding in response almost without thought. She hadn’t considered that option. Of course, when it came to water, she almost inevitably gave in to the temptation to practice her ability to turn into a fish or an otter or whatever other creature happened to catch her eye that day. But the snow intrigued her. Tephra did not see much snow in the winter, so while the concept is not foreign, she had never truly experienced it.
“Is snow very… soft?” she asks a bit hesitantly, still staring wide-eyed at the stranger. After a moment, with a skeptical wrinkling of her nose, she adds, “I’ve only ever seen it make things muddy.”
Azure
you take the shape of everything I'm drawn to
@[Malone]