Aurelia
How come silence is so loud in the shadows?
I wanna scream 'til it's on
I wanna scream 'til it's on
There's a lightness in Aurelia's steps as she leads the way for Jack, cloak billowing out around her legs as she moves with expert ease through the jungles of the Oerwoud. Hell, she might even hold a few cumbersome branches out of his way as they go. Can't have Jack going and getting sucked into the void of sentient vines, can we?
But as they breach the canopy of trees and find themselves somewhere quite spectacular, she pauses to take in the view and let him mumble grumpily past her. The mist that surrounds them may be gray, but it's a cool spray that she invites by way of pulling down her hood. A soft sigh rolls out into the dull air.
She peers at him from behind his dark shades which, yes, she had swiped at a very opportune moment. Is she wearing them out of necessity? No, at first it was just to bug him but, now, they feel quite comfortable! Smiling sharply beneath the rims of the glasses, she cocks her head to one side. "Nothing impresses you, does it?"
As they continue, she reaches out and snaps off a small branch. It's wet to the touch, but she dangles it towards him. Those weird berries hang, rather temptingly in her opinion, over his shoulder. "They're not gold, but they're close. Go ahead, try one." There's a hint of mischief in her tone, because she's familiar with the bashful effect they can have on some people.
But as they breach the canopy of trees and find themselves somewhere quite spectacular, she pauses to take in the view and let him mumble grumpily past her. The mist that surrounds them may be gray, but it's a cool spray that she invites by way of pulling down her hood. A soft sigh rolls out into the dull air.
She peers at him from behind his dark shades which, yes, she had swiped at a very opportune moment. Is she wearing them out of necessity? No, at first it was just to bug him but, now, they feel quite comfortable! Smiling sharply beneath the rims of the glasses, she cocks her head to one side. "Nothing impresses you, does it?"
As they continue, she reaches out and snaps off a small branch. It's wet to the touch, but she dangles it towards him. Those weird berries hang, rather temptingly in her opinion, over his shoulder. "They're not gold, but they're close. Go ahead, try one." There's a hint of mischief in her tone, because she's familiar with the bashful effect they can have on some people.
Tell my feet they should run
but they don't follow
but they don't follow
