some legends are told some turn to dust or to gold
10-16-2014, 06:53 AM
The sound of another's motion would put a stop to Valeriya's own gallivanting. She tensed at first, a reflex from her young days of wandering where she ought not be, but then forced herself to relax. Things were very much different now. Besides, she was as curious now as she had been then, and it took no great effort to steer her course towards the sound's origin. Peering through the trees she found a damp, dirty young fae, who appeared to be enjoying her day despite the state of her fur. The auburn royal's grin grew wider yet. At last, she thought with a small laugh. Someone I can relate to. She herself was up to her armpits is muck and grim and her face was stained with goop and dirt from and earlier attempt to dig up some clams. "Lovely day, huh?" she called out, an easy smile on her lips and sapphire eyes gleaming with all the possibilities before her. She moved lithely, leaping over a tangle of roots so that she might view this stranger fully. She was a cute little thing, if you were into that. Her coat was an amalgam of colors, yet it seemed to suit her just fine. With a small laugh and a graceful sashay Valeriya mocked a sweeping bow. "Valeriya Xanilov, at your service." "Talk" Think "You" OOC: Small crappy post I'm sorry ;n; |