basked in a blanket of snow
11-25-2013, 04:57 PM
Azalea sauntered through Valhalla, not completely used to being home again. It felt so odd to have been for so long only to return to a land cloaked in snow and with busy bees buzzing in her belly. Not all things had changed though. The scenery was the same. The smells. Of course, there was an open field painted with blood. And the scent of open wounds was enough to make her sick. "Im here! Did anyone miss me!" Azalea stopped walking, her head lifting and turning causing her to grimace as the action pulled at the wounds on her face. She narrowed her eyes to tame the water that rushed into them. Guinevere lay on her back, batting at the air. Her head cocked as she turned to approach her younger sibling. "Boo," Was the greeting she gave, figuring she sound of her voice would be enough to startle Guin. She knew that Azalea had been gone. Now she was back. "You've gotten bigger!" She proclaimed. "Wait... shouldn't you have waited until everyone came home at once? As a group?" Speech, |
