Tendrils, Satchels and Birds! Oh my!

The quietness stretched like the never ending flow of a river. Filling the space between that of she and the crow. Whose focus did not once waver from the monochromatic woman. It brought about a smile to curve the structure of her black lips. Gaze beginning to waver as another’s scent invaded her captured senses. One that was familiar; yet, distant within that of her memory.

She’d been told that she would be sought out when she was ready. This didn’t occur to her that it would be anytime soon. As blood liquid eyes drew upward to cast their visual on Absinthe. That expression she once wore now dropped from view. Observing the difference in their appearance. Where Melanth was curvaceous, slender and toned, Absinth held muscle, scars and a balanced body. Clear sign as to who was the oldest between them.

"Ah. Isn’t that quite… interesting.”" Her attention flew t’wards the lingering ravens who’d taken refuge within the trees. Behind her own, several crows had gathered on the opposite end. The one she’d been staring at now perched a single shoulder. "What brings you all this way, dear sister?"

"Helonia"~~"Melanth"