In the enforced twilight of the Celestine, Riya's scales glimmer more silver than the copper of her darkest points. She is a beacon on silent wings, her soul-sister trailing in her wake, steps as quiet as the wind that carries her dragon onward. Hands that more often are found holding the hilt of a sword instead carry a small wooden box, fingertips wrapped around the edges as if scared to drop it.
Though the hours do not visibly pass here, cloaked eternally in dusk with starlit points, the world beyond here dozes in the midst of the night. Anju is the only one here that she knows of; for that, she is grateful. She knows she is an odd sort, and though those comments have never bothered her, she does not like having to pretend or exert energy to appear normal. Her shoulders are much straighter and looser in the absence of company, and she sinks into a graceful seat at the shrine with no deeper worries traced into the lines of her face.
Placing the box down in the grass, she removes the lid and gazes down at the hand-painted puzzle pieces that are scattered within. With steady hands Anju scoops them out and onto the overturned lid, spreading them out in their abstract pattern as she waits for the words - so rarely natural in her mouth - to find their way to her tongue. "If you have time for me, I would like to play with you Ludo." There is no expectation in her tone as she murmurs it. Riya lands at her side, curling up like a cat and giving a serpentine coo when Anju's hand strays to stroke lovingly at her scales. There is no rush, they are happy to remain here alone with their shared thoughts if Ludo does not deign to answer.
Though the hours do not visibly pass here, cloaked eternally in dusk with starlit points, the world beyond here dozes in the midst of the night. Anju is the only one here that she knows of; for that, she is grateful. She knows she is an odd sort, and though those comments have never bothered her, she does not like having to pretend or exert energy to appear normal. Her shoulders are much straighter and looser in the absence of company, and she sinks into a graceful seat at the shrine with no deeper worries traced into the lines of her face.
Placing the box down in the grass, she removes the lid and gazes down at the hand-painted puzzle pieces that are scattered within. With steady hands Anju scoops them out and onto the overturned lid, spreading them out in their abstract pattern as she waits for the words - so rarely natural in her mouth - to find their way to her tongue. "If you have time for me, I would like to play with you Ludo." There is no expectation in her tone as she murmurs it. Riya lands at her side, curling up like a cat and giving a serpentine coo when Anju's hand strays to stroke lovingly at her scales. There is no rush, they are happy to remain here alone with their shared thoughts if Ludo does not deign to answer.
Anju
