Gamble On The Sunrise

As ghastly as the shroud was the visitor, clad in milky tresses that bounced with life as she too basked in the impressive lakes midst. Her delicate head fell to the waters surface, jaded eyes moving to meet Oriana’s own. In an dauntless manner she rose, chords ripping through the shroud as she yipped into the opaqueness; in the shroud it amplified in reactivity and seemed to linger longer, moving off with purpose until silence dawned on the pair once more. Her gestures seemingly harmless, remaining at a casual distance, though an introduction never bridged the two to conversation. Auric eyes briefed her form prior to settling on her gaze once more; her slender jowls unhinged without haste and from within she drew words heavy with curiosity.

“It is easy to see you enjoy the lake as much as I do. What are you thinking, stranger?”

Her voice was very much like the waters that pooled before them, calm, fluid and unwavering; though there was something inviting, something almost sultry that curled around every syllable articulated. Twin pinna fell lazily to the sides of her skull despite her anticipation for an answer, her bodice retreating from the water ever so slightly until the grainy beach was dry enough for her to recline. A gentle simper prevailed from under a facade of stoicism, and illuminated her like the beach in growing light. Once more she disrupted the mute atmosphere, her words ever fluid.

”Oriana Fabre, if you were wondering.”