Aurelia
hear those bells ring deep in the soul
chiming away for a moment
chiming away for a moment
"No, you're not," Aurelia repeats, though it's a hushed utterance in the face of the rolling tides and echoing voices. These things don't bother her anymore than the rustle of leaves or the sound of the wind - as accustomed to them as she is the blades at her disposal. So it's easy for her to see the worry in the other woman, clear as though she were made of water.
She saunters out from the treeline, starlight more fully bathing the details of her features, though she doesn't move toward the woman directly. In fact, she seems to gather that this person is closed off, not entirely present, and so she means to drift away on the sands, into darker shadows, to avoid that conflict. Whatever it may be about.
Then, suddenly, a request stops her in her tracks. A hand instinctively goes toward the daggers she knows are in their sheaths, and she turns to look back at the other like this, with her fingers wound about her own dagger's hilt. Her gaze considers the girl more carefully now. "You carry weapons with you that you don't know how to wield?" She counters smoothly. To her, that seems rather dangerous.
Her weight shifts in the ghostly sand and she looks back over her shoulder, towards the city lights and bonfires. When she turns back, she tilts her head in inclination. "I can teach you, but only for a bit," she decides, feeling some measure of kinship for the wild wolfgirl that only wants to know how to fight off her enemies. Or maybe she's projecting too much, and things are simpler than that.
She steps closer, letting her voice lower once within a more confined proximity, "What do you need to learn?"
She saunters out from the treeline, starlight more fully bathing the details of her features, though she doesn't move toward the woman directly. In fact, she seems to gather that this person is closed off, not entirely present, and so she means to drift away on the sands, into darker shadows, to avoid that conflict. Whatever it may be about.
Then, suddenly, a request stops her in her tracks. A hand instinctively goes toward the daggers she knows are in their sheaths, and she turns to look back at the other like this, with her fingers wound about her own dagger's hilt. Her gaze considers the girl more carefully now. "You carry weapons with you that you don't know how to wield?" She counters smoothly. To her, that seems rather dangerous.
Her weight shifts in the ghostly sand and she looks back over her shoulder, towards the city lights and bonfires. When she turns back, she tilts her head in inclination. "I can teach you, but only for a bit," she decides, feeling some measure of kinship for the wild wolfgirl that only wants to know how to fight off her enemies. Or maybe she's projecting too much, and things are simpler than that.
She steps closer, letting her voice lower once within a more confined proximity, "What do you need to learn?"
feel your breath course frankly below
see life as a worthy opponent
see life as a worthy opponent
