Suffocated by blackened walls would the frame stretch out with little hesitation until walking along the earth with a Melodious grace; the steam from the waters so admiring into the emerald hues that all Renesme could do was gaze into the misted heat. Twisting and turning the lobes would she hear the presence of another before catching sight of a Pale male, relaxing in the middle of the night; alone. With the small silhouette coming to a halt would she inspect the silent man, drinking in the solid appearance hungrily, yet staying planted to her spot a few meters away. The Greenery has become something so hard to find to the oracle, living in the lands where snow was normal to the day to day life; where her pelt would make her appear invisible against the white substance.
With a flick of the long, whispy tail would the silence consume her whole, the sinful nature the Glaciem beholds almost becoming unrecognisable upon the mask, as the calmness of her body position begins to set; the orbs still remaining on the male, whom by any moment could choose to make a wrong turn upon the small creature. Speech Thought
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