Vynter
He had startled her by accident, an occurrence that was becoming the norm for him. What he didn't expect was for her smaller frame to fall back into his out of shock. What he also didn't expect was for his arm to instinctively wrap around her midsection, as if holding her close in comfort. She looked up at him, with wide doe eyes that utterly fascinated him. His current task forgotten her plea fell on deaf ears, his hand falling away to rest at his side. His head moved to inspect her more, expressionless but inquisition evident in those icy orbs.
Her eyes were her most prominent feature, long lashes and one seeming to be clouded over. Was she blind in her right eye? It didn't seem to be entirely capturing him. Her hair was dark and long, falling over his arms and around her shoulders as her face continued to look at his. But what made him take pause was the discoloration of her pale skin along the right side of her face. It was bruised, and it seemed it was recent. What had caused such an injury? Long fingers reached up to her cheek, delicately caressing the bone and moving along her jawline. His face, although held no emotion, was soft, careful, and his eyes searched hers for answers as he continued to explore her face.
Were there any herbs around here? Perhaps a little anica would help? His father would often use it on his legs whenever he'd bang them up trying to fly. He hadn't seen any in his travels, then again he hadn't been looking. Should he go look now and come back? Or would she not accept it? Although it was recent, it couldn't have been too recent, after all it was slightly faded around the edges. Maybe he could find a cold compress to place on it while she waited for him to find some herbs. His mind continued to run around in a circle of should and shouldn't, all while cradling her close to his chest and tenderly stroking her cheek.
Her eyes were her most prominent feature, long lashes and one seeming to be clouded over. Was she blind in her right eye? It didn't seem to be entirely capturing him. Her hair was dark and long, falling over his arms and around her shoulders as her face continued to look at his. But what made him take pause was the discoloration of her pale skin along the right side of her face. It was bruised, and it seemed it was recent. What had caused such an injury? Long fingers reached up to her cheek, delicately caressing the bone and moving along her jawline. His face, although held no emotion, was soft, careful, and his eyes searched hers for answers as he continued to explore her face.
Were there any herbs around here? Perhaps a little anica would help? His father would often use it on his legs whenever he'd bang them up trying to fly. He hadn't seen any in his travels, then again he hadn't been looking. Should he go look now and come back? Or would she not accept it? Although it was recent, it couldn't have been too recent, after all it was slightly faded around the edges. Maybe he could find a cold compress to place on it while she waited for him to find some herbs. His mind continued to run around in a circle of should and shouldn't, all while cradling her close to his chest and tenderly stroking her cheek.
