"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
Barely registering the presence of the man, she would have flown right past him if not for the Will-o-void. The pulsing purple light drew her attention like a beacon, alluring as it was painful; she hadn't seen any type of wisp in years. Even a tainted one tugged on her heartstrings, remembered loss rearing its head all over again.
When the creature began to descend towards a figure seated by the roots of the tree however, the crow couldn't keep from sticking her nose in. Flying up to the voidling, she beat her wings so that it drifted off on the currents, pulsating with an unsettling aura of dismay as it was driven off, neither person falling for its trickery.
Once she was satisfied it wouldn't be able to return right away, she came back around and landed on a branch a ways above the man. Beady blue eyes blinked curiously, head cocking this way and that; then the bird shimmered, and changed, and in its wake appeared one petite looking woman, doll-like in size and complexion - except for the horns curving from her head, and the lazily flickering tail. Dangling her feet in the air, some birdlike quality lingered about her as she studied him.
"You may want to move," she adviced the stranger, calm like she was sitting in her own livingroom. "It will only get more annoying - especially if it brings back friends."
When the creature began to descend towards a figure seated by the roots of the tree however, the crow couldn't keep from sticking her nose in. Flying up to the voidling, she beat her wings so that it drifted off on the currents, pulsating with an unsettling aura of dismay as it was driven off, neither person falling for its trickery.
Once she was satisfied it wouldn't be able to return right away, she came back around and landed on a branch a ways above the man. Beady blue eyes blinked curiously, head cocking this way and that; then the bird shimmered, and changed, and in its wake appeared one petite looking woman, doll-like in size and complexion - except for the horns curving from her head, and the lazily flickering tail. Dangling her feet in the air, some birdlike quality lingered about her as she studied him.
"You may want to move," she adviced the stranger, calm like she was sitting in her own livingroom. "It will only get more annoying - especially if it brings back friends."
Maea
