Aurelia
hear those bells ring deep in the soul
chiming away for a moment
chiming away for a moment
The darkness is familiar and comfortable to those that can create their own light. In the shadows, Aurelia watches as a young woman stalks along the coast, creeping nearer and nearer.
She's found solace here, along the edges of the sand where no one knows her face or her name because it is obscured by jungle foliage and a night sky. It seems this other person feels the opposite, as they shiver and clutch at something sharp and wieldy that reflects the moonlight.
Aurelia's had her fair share of daggers, she can see one, feel one from miles away. Even as the woman with a weapon nears, she doesn't shift with unease. There are daggers that rest dutifully at her hip (and proudly shown, too), and the bangle hung around her foot. Those things don't even account for her magics.
So from where she's standing in the sand, her gaze turns over with something like indifference, unfeeling. "You don't look like you're from around here," she remarks, her voice raising through the sound of the girl's pacing. As she really looks, her eyes narrow at the whitened knuckles around the blade's hilt, "somethin' the matter?"
She's found solace here, along the edges of the sand where no one knows her face or her name because it is obscured by jungle foliage and a night sky. It seems this other person feels the opposite, as they shiver and clutch at something sharp and wieldy that reflects the moonlight.
Aurelia's had her fair share of daggers, she can see one, feel one from miles away. Even as the woman with a weapon nears, she doesn't shift with unease. There are daggers that rest dutifully at her hip (and proudly shown, too), and the bangle hung around her foot. Those things don't even account for her magics.
So from where she's standing in the sand, her gaze turns over with something like indifference, unfeeling. "You don't look like you're from around here," she remarks, her voice raising through the sound of the girl's pacing. As she really looks, her eyes narrow at the whitened knuckles around the blade's hilt, "somethin' the matter?"
feel your breath course frankly below
see life as a worthy opponent
see life as a worthy opponent
