you got a pretty vision
It is not often visitors come to the Sidhe village, mostly by design. The news of the Grounder at the villages edge reaches me before her request does. Why would she want me? Have I somehow offended someone in my brief forays into the greater part of Caido? Or is this a good visit, though for what I can’t imagine. Regardless of the reason though, I am going to respond. I’m too curious to ignore it, as much as good sense tells me to.
I do take my time though. A moment spent preening, making sure the dyed lines on my skin are crisp, that my hair is somewhat tied back. I am covered in ink and pigment, splashes of colour over my clothes, but there’s not much I can do about that.
When I arrive at the edge of the village, my eyes pass over my summoner at first glance, expecting someone in a human shape, not an animal. Who else would it be though? I barely keep from shaking my head at myself, and approach the big cat, my wings keeping me just aloft enough that my toes barely touch the ground. ”Are you the one who asked for Tarasha?”
I do take my time though. A moment spent preening, making sure the dyed lines on my skin are crisp, that my hair is somewhat tied back. I am covered in ink and pigment, splashes of colour over my clothes, but there’s not much I can do about that.
When I arrive at the edge of the village, my eyes pass over my summoner at first glance, expecting someone in a human shape, not an animal. Who else would it be though? I barely keep from shaking my head at myself, and approach the big cat, my wings keeping me just aloft enough that my toes barely touch the ground. ”Are you the one who asked for Tarasha?”
in your head
TARASHA
