// you made my eyes burn.

Quote:"Speech"

Thoughts

An overwhelming flow of warmth fell to the femme's forehead and he lowered her dial in an attempt to escape it. The beating matched that of her heart's rhythm, though the pain of it was increasing abruptly with each step she took, causing her to slow her pace down to something of a crawl for a moment of time. There was a brief moment of relief and she took it upon herself to shake her dial to rid it of this pounding, pulsating pain that snuck up on her so rapidly. Her dials peeled open as the pain subsided for the time being, her lavender optics lit the dim light before her, a tree's shadow canopy cascaded over her for a moment as she walked over the edge of the rocky lands, the sun faded slowly and the dew ridden grass soaked at her delicate paws, lavender gaze falling, exhausted, on individual boulders surrounding her, watching the silky texture of the smooth, damp rocks leading away from her, immediately her dial followed, and her auds lifted from being peeled against her skull.

Could it be someone? A fae? soft violet optics stayed still for a moment, he petite figure stopping slowly in it's narrow path, following the rich green grass beneath them without a care as to the direction they were going. Her obsidian nostrils flared to catch the scent of this other fae, unfamiliar of course, but strong. She was no wanderer like this loner, a danger? Maybe. But she took a moment to think on this, and the many possibly situations to follow their foreseen meeting. Her mind raced with situations being set up in her mind, but they were stopped in their tracks as another overwhelming flow of pain pushed into her frontal lobe.

The ivory far sighed as he optics once again opened back up, this time to the sudden, surprising sound of the other fae she had gained scent of from further away. Her slender bodice jolted for a moment in surprise to hearing the silky vocals being directed towards herself. A large, professional looking fae stepped closer to her. Blinking rapidly for a moment the fae let herself relax before straightening her sad looking frame, turning her stance into a more confident, less ill appearance in front of new company. Her snow colored frame stood elegantly over the grass, smiling delicately at the kindness of the fae's tone, "I wouldn't mind at all, m'lady." She automatically replied, thinking on it for a moment, an angelic voice spilled forth with a French accent hidden behind the syllables. "May I ask, have I impeded upon claimed lands? I wish not to offend anyone, or send out an alarm." She shifted her gaze, auds laying back in a moment of shame for she knew she should have known better.

Word Count :: 468

Tags :: Seren!

Mood :: Tired