Told you not to worry, but maybe that's a lie
Her ears picked up on the sound of footsteps as she stared into the red currents, her heartrate spiking in eager delight. She didn't turn to look, reaching up a delicate hand to run it through a low tendril of river water, waiting. The cool water slipped between her fingers like the strings of control she knew could snap at any minute. It was a dangerous game that she danced around, elegant and lithe in the twisting of her notes that rose to meet it.
The tilt of her head cast her voice into the river; the tune of her song was hopeful and dreamlike until it resonated within the water, distorting to something mournful and mysterious - welcoming the listeners to investigate what emotions may possess such a woman. Her voice drifted forward to pull at his heart strings. It was carefully curated to entrance and captivate, bright enough not to alarm, but dark enough to intrigue. It was a shimmering item at the bottom of the sea, suggesting treasure if someone was brave enough to reach into its depths.
She waited, nonthreatening as an ocean breeze before a storm, offering sanctuary to those unfamiliar enough to trust it.
The tilt of her head cast her voice into the river; the tune of her song was hopeful and dreamlike until it resonated within the water, distorting to something mournful and mysterious - welcoming the listeners to investigate what emotions may possess such a woman. Her voice drifted forward to pull at his heart strings. It was carefully curated to entrance and captivate, bright enough not to alarm, but dark enough to intrigue. It was a shimmering item at the bottom of the sea, suggesting treasure if someone was brave enough to reach into its depths.
She waited, nonthreatening as an ocean breeze before a storm, offering sanctuary to those unfamiliar enough to trust it.
Thalassa
Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside?
