ANAHITA
Hour by hour
May we two stand
May we two stand
She felt his steady approach before she saw it, a lone figure, tall, overdressed and moving with intent. Her eye caught a flicker of the dying light reflected in dark, pointed horns, and she stood upright from her relaxed position, the furrowed tree bark tugging at her shawl.
He brought with him a faint smell of blood which drew an almost instinctive smirk out of the corner of her lips.
She stood across from him wearing an inquisitive look in her eye, a black, flowing dress that hugged her tightly at the waist and fell, layered and encircled in lace, down to her ankles. When the air stirred, it wove itself into her long tousled hair while fabric danced around her like a willow branch.
His voice was deep and melodic as he spoke his greeting. There was a threat to the way he walked, towering over the serene landscape, the way he grinned (despite his intent), the way he spoke, like a cat who'd found something to play with. But the danger was not pointed at her, and his sharp edges were reassuringly exposed. Anahita felt quite at ease.
She raised the slipping shawl back around her shoulders, "Well hello, stranger," she spoke in a voice hoarse from lack of use. She considered him for a moment longer and continued, "Taking a stroll?"
He brought with him a faint smell of blood which drew an almost instinctive smirk out of the corner of her lips.
She stood across from him wearing an inquisitive look in her eye, a black, flowing dress that hugged her tightly at the waist and fell, layered and encircled in lace, down to her ankles. When the air stirred, it wove itself into her long tousled hair while fabric danced around her like a willow branch.
His voice was deep and melodic as he spoke his greeting. There was a threat to the way he walked, towering over the serene landscape, the way he grinned (despite his intent), the way he spoke, like a cat who'd found something to play with. But the danger was not pointed at her, and his sharp edges were reassuringly exposed. Anahita felt quite at ease.
She raised the slipping shawl back around her shoulders, "Well hello, stranger," she spoke in a voice hoarse from lack of use. She considered him for a moment longer and continued, "Taking a stroll?"
When we're dead
Between these lands
Between these lands
