Dark hair for catching the wind, not to veil the sight of a cold world
The griffin was adorable. Pale-spotted fur ran smooth as silk through her fingers, deep and plush enough that Seren wouldn't be surprised to see her whole arm disappear into it. Owl-beaked and snow-feathered, Eira was a ghost made flesh, and the girl fell in love instantly as she was allowed to cuddle.
"It's very nice to meet you," she smiled, mostly to the griffin, "properly." She added the later with a light laugh and awarded Noah a lopsided grin. "Thank you, tea would be nice. I don't want to disturb you though, if you are busy?" The glance she threw at his red-stained hands was merely curious, stranger perhaps for its lack of alarm.
Still, Seren was curious and soon rose to follow Noah inside. Blue eyes absorbed the surroundings with bright curiosity. To her it was rustic, practical and simple in a very cozy way that contrasted greatly with the stern stones of Stormbreak, and the haphazard charms of Torchline. Breathing in the scent of wood-smoke and furs that permeated all of Halo, she found herself missing the fresh tang of green leaves and salt. A rustle in the rafters above made the young woman look up; a bird sat perched in a corner, so dark against the dancing shade that she would never have spotted it if it hadn't moved.
"Why do you have a raven in your ceiling?" she asked, more amused than judgemental. Maybe it was another companion?
"It's very nice to meet you," she smiled, mostly to the griffin, "properly." She added the later with a light laugh and awarded Noah a lopsided grin. "Thank you, tea would be nice. I don't want to disturb you though, if you are busy?" The glance she threw at his red-stained hands was merely curious, stranger perhaps for its lack of alarm.
Still, Seren was curious and soon rose to follow Noah inside. Blue eyes absorbed the surroundings with bright curiosity. To her it was rustic, practical and simple in a very cozy way that contrasted greatly with the stern stones of Stormbreak, and the haphazard charms of Torchline. Breathing in the scent of wood-smoke and furs that permeated all of Halo, she found herself missing the fresh tang of green leaves and salt. A rustle in the rafters above made the young woman look up; a bird sat perched in a corner, so dark against the dancing shade that she would never have spotted it if it hadn't moved.
"Why do you have a raven in your ceiling?" she asked, more amused than judgemental. Maybe it was another companion?
Seren
