watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
The youth didn’t expect attention to be directed upon her, her eyes flickering back and forth over stars, over constellations, over galaxies, gaze widening in the cosmos. “You’re beautiful!” She echoed on impulse, as the goddess’s smile was turned upon her, her grin turning in much the same ilk, unabashed and unafraid, absorbing what she could (and the fact that the deity even knew who she was…that was worth the moons and cold). As far as being too chilly – it was true, she’d neglected to snag her heaviest parka in her haste to catch up with Sunjata (who, by the looks of things as he was stomping over, didn’t seem very impressed with her antics), stretching out her arms as the magic swelled along the pair, glowing, radiant, resplendent. “I’m all right. Thank you!”
Sure enough, no sooner had the otherworldly, ethereal connotations surged over honeybee child and vampire gourd, Sunjata was there, skimming her closer into their intriguing, outstretched gathering of individuals. The grin turned into a smirk, carefree, conspiring, somewhat devilish and Cheshire, forgoing any notion of cannibals and cultists (hadn’t she seen and experienced worse?). “I had to make sure you weren’t doing something stupid again.” A wrinkle to her nose, perhaps the only dissatisfaction she’d voiced with his latest decisions and idiocy, bouncing carefree along tundra snow, her attention back upon the deity.
On a gasp, she realized she hadn’t really brought a gift. Ordinarily she bestowed all kinds of things she’d found along the way to Ludo, and unfortunately, didn’t know what Safrin preferred. The girl rifled through the bag over her shoulder, procuring some of her favored ivory stones at the bottom, found on a recent trek along eerie woods and calm embankments. Gathering them in her palm, she extended them up to Safrin with the same ebullient, winsome smile.
Sure enough, no sooner had the otherworldly, ethereal connotations surged over honeybee child and vampire gourd, Sunjata was there, skimming her closer into their intriguing, outstretched gathering of individuals. The grin turned into a smirk, carefree, conspiring, somewhat devilish and Cheshire, forgoing any notion of cannibals and cultists (hadn’t she seen and experienced worse?). “I had to make sure you weren’t doing something stupid again.” A wrinkle to her nose, perhaps the only dissatisfaction she’d voiced with his latest decisions and idiocy, bouncing carefree along tundra snow, her attention back upon the deity.
On a gasp, she realized she hadn’t really brought a gift. Ordinarily she bestowed all kinds of things she’d found along the way to Ludo, and unfortunately, didn’t know what Safrin preferred. The girl rifled through the bag over her shoulder, procuring some of her favored ivory stones at the bottom, found on a recent trek along eerie woods and calm embankments. Gathering them in her palm, she extended them up to Safrin with the same ebullient, winsome smile.
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
