12-17-2020, 09:37 PM
open hand or closed fist would be fine
--rosemary
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Rosemary leans into Crowns' comforting embrace, closing her eyes and feeling worry and anger slowly slip from the tight grip in her chest. She's sorry she even worried herself with the land and her father that so easily brushed her aside. The anger simmers to embers of bitterness, turning her once warm chest cold.
"You're right," Rose answers with a nod, leaning away just enough to look up at Crowns through innocent lashes. Her mouth curls into a sweet, small smile and her eyes flash with something dramatic. There's no physical hint to the negative emotions stirring in the pit of her belly, but to herself she swears off Pangea. She can find monsters and darkness of her own. There's no need to follow the footsteps of her ill-fated father and brother.
Crowns steps away and Rose hums in response, eyes slitting and face creasing in some strange display of pleasure. Rose prances in place, bucking her back legs out in delight and surprise. A splash of her mane falls into her eyes as she searches for her friend's eyes, mouth falling agape as she searches for an answer to his question:
"Icicle Isle!" she blurts, spilling out the first strange place she can think of. How far away is the Isle, anyway? She thinks it'd be quite the walk, but wouldn't it be daring and adventurous and scary with just Crowns and Calypso? Isn't that what she's always longed for? "I've never been somewhere so cold. And I want annoy the prickly ice dragon everyone talks about."
"You're right," Rose answers with a nod, leaning away just enough to look up at Crowns through innocent lashes. Her mouth curls into a sweet, small smile and her eyes flash with something dramatic. There's no physical hint to the negative emotions stirring in the pit of her belly, but to herself she swears off Pangea. She can find monsters and darkness of her own. There's no need to follow the footsteps of her ill-fated father and brother.
Crowns steps away and Rose hums in response, eyes slitting and face creasing in some strange display of pleasure. Rose prances in place, bucking her back legs out in delight and surprise. A splash of her mane falls into her eyes as she searches for her friend's eyes, mouth falling agape as she searches for an answer to his question:
"Icicle Isle!" she blurts, spilling out the first strange place she can think of. How far away is the Isle, anyway? She thinks it'd be quite the walk, but wouldn't it be daring and adventurous and scary with just Crowns and Calypso? Isn't that what she's always longed for? "I've never been somewhere so cold. And I want annoy the prickly ice dragon everyone talks about."
@[crowns]