Don't Slip

as they lock eyes, melisande draws into her- stepping a foot or two closer as she engages in conversation. the other's voice is smooth and melodic.. like her own. not too much taller than mel, she found comfort in not having to extend her neck too high. both were dainty things; beautiful in their own ways. and what a delight it was for her when she heard the same enthusiastic notes mirror back; as if birds chirped to one another. the stranger radiated warmth and melisande gravitated to her easily, accepting her friendly invite to become acquainted. "pleasure is mine! i'm mélisande!"

she slowly strode forward, attempting to meet the other & sniff. imprinting some as she pulled back, beady red orbits finding the purple eyes of morweena once more. "i'm new here.. where are you from?" hoping to learn more about her, melisande sat atop the softer moss bed with an intrigued, twinkling gaze.