It is difficult to miss, to pass by without pause, for the sign wreaks of something foreign, alluring, delicious.
Still more curious is, as her inquisitive eyes trace the running line of the title (and just below it), the woman’s voice resonating between her ears, inside her mind, carving clean through all awakened thought there, echoing the same message that she reads.
Guards stand beside it like shadowy stone pillars in the dimming eve and the soft features of her face twist into an expression of unabashed curiosity, intrigue. She is not intimidated, why should she be? Doe-like, expressive blue eyes turn first to one giant, and then to the other, lips pursed and brows risen; then a smile, two rows of perfectly aligned teeth.
She slithers forward carefully, blatantly, nearer, tilting forward at the hip, fingers intertwined by the tail, to inspect the message more closely.
“Goodness!” One hand veers home to catch the gasp as she swings a glance by each present. “…And protect we shall!” Taking the pen (and sniffing it first, how could she not), reaching up while on the very tips of her toes, the Fae begins to write below “I-s-k-r-a? Very exotic...”
Niambh Sirideán, 98...
Suddenly she frowns, uncertain what to put at the end. Bright gaze lifts to see what other enlisters have written before her, and she concludes after a moment’s deliberation that she too will leave it blank, or-
Unknown.
Still more curious is, as her inquisitive eyes trace the running line of the title (and just below it), the woman’s voice resonating between her ears, inside her mind, carving clean through all awakened thought there, echoing the same message that she reads.
Guards stand beside it like shadowy stone pillars in the dimming eve and the soft features of her face twist into an expression of unabashed curiosity, intrigue. She is not intimidated, why should she be? Doe-like, expressive blue eyes turn first to one giant, and then to the other, lips pursed and brows risen; then a smile, two rows of perfectly aligned teeth.
She slithers forward carefully, blatantly, nearer, tilting forward at the hip, fingers intertwined by the tail, to inspect the message more closely.
“Goodness!” One hand veers home to catch the gasp as she swings a glance by each present. “…And protect we shall!” Taking the pen (and sniffing it first, how could she not), reaching up while on the very tips of her toes, the Fae begins to write below “I-s-k-r-a? Very exotic...”
Niambh Sirideán, 98...
Suddenly she frowns, uncertain what to put at the end. Bright gaze lifts to see what other enlisters have written before her, and she concludes after a moment’s deliberation that she too will leave it blank, or-
Unknown.
