Maea
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved
An echo of violence riccocheted down the tunnels and windings until it faded, as futile in its repetition as the act of destruction itself. The doe's ear twitched as the noise registered and she paused in mid stride, considering whether to press on and if it would be wiser to shift. If a fight waited for her in the cavern up ahead then the gentle feirwe would be ill suited to face it. As she listened however, only silence followed. Settling on a course of action she kept walking, more alert now - and admittedly curious about what had caused the disturbance.
A blueish glow preceded her exit from a smaller side-tunnel. Quiet flame licked the antlers on her head, illuminating the pale ivory of her hide and erased darkness from the path immediately before her. Soft lavender eyes took in the cavern with its hot springs and the ever curling vapor, scanned habitually for a sign of lilies and fell like an afterthought upon a young man seated by the water's edge. He appeared deep in thought, and for a long while she neither moved nor looked away; waiting, watching, for some indication that her presence was unwanted.
A blueish glow preceded her exit from a smaller side-tunnel. Quiet flame licked the antlers on her head, illuminating the pale ivory of her hide and erased darkness from the path immediately before her. Soft lavender eyes took in the cavern with its hot springs and the ever curling vapor, scanned habitually for a sign of lilies and fell like an afterthought upon a young man seated by the water's edge. He appeared deep in thought, and for a long while she neither moved nor looked away; waiting, watching, for some indication that her presence was unwanted.
In secret, between the shadow and the soul
