Some Look for Trouble

Absinth had made a little habit of leaving the Sound for bouts of exploration, and anything else interesting really. She couldn’t keep being so good for that fucker Sephiran, and it was fine if she stayed close enough that she’d be able to hear if he called- so some leeway had been found there. The neighboring territories were fair game. And as long as Aresenn was being an elusive bastard- Absinth had to entertain herself to the fullest extent possible. She was headed up and out of the Sound, following the paths up to climb over the gorge itself. The winter wind was in full swing at the top of the cliffs, but Absinth hadn’t yet made her way over when she spotted an obstacle in her way.

A girl, younger by a little, much smaller, and skinny as all hell. Fuck. She hadn’t even looked that bad washing up from the sea. Absinth was sure the girl had noticed her first with her vantage point- something that felt unsettling. The monochromatic fae had always made sure no one ever got the drop on her, even accidentally. Emerald eyes peered up at the stranger for a closer inspection, her limbs moving forward still. She wouldn’t be blocked off if that was the girl's intention. “Sweetheart, you're one strong fucking breeze from soaring far away from this place.” A brow raised, she took note of the silver intricacies of the girl’s eyes, and the red coloration that reminded Absinth of blood. Oh, so many coats she wanted to wear.

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