02-25-2018, 02:34 PM
The crisping air of the season fills her lungs to capacity, rushing out again in a gusting cloud that hangs before her like a phantom. A thread of moon peered through the gaps in the canopy, illuminating her way. It was an electric sort of energy that had brought her out tonight. The frenetic atmospheric pressure that kept her awake so many nights. She needed to sleep more. She knew it, and yet... It was a kind of love affair she had. The solitude of nighttime was a balm to her soul. In a rather curious turn of events, solitude did not seem to be in the plans for tonight. Perhaps by chance, perhaps by fate, her nighttime venture had brought her to a meeting of sorts. One that, it would appear, had been awaiting her.
The gemstone woman emerged from the shadowed woods. Moonlight glazed her coat with a kind of alchemy, transmuting blue tints into silver, red and orange variegation becoming suffused with an ethereal glow. Kwartz was asleep back in their alcove, sheltered from the night breezes by stone walls. Safe. She would not have left him without that assurance. Instead, she focused now on the triad before her. Lamb, her trustworthy ward and ambassador in training, had already arrived and was greeting the unfamiliar pair. A small and dark female seemed familiar to Lamb, a fact which put her ore at ease. And the imposing winged man beside her was known by reputation, if not introduction. She was somewhat dwarfed by the blue-bay Warrick. Squaring herself to face him, she bobbed her head in respect, one leader to another. She then acknowledged his companion with a small smile. "Greetings, and welcome to Sylva. Warrick, correct? To what do we owe this late night pleasure?" She asked, coming to a rest beside Lamb. She brushed the girl's gently shoulder with an extended wing, pleased with the aptitude the splashed woman had shown in her task of greeting visitors.
@[Warrick] @[Amorette] @[Lavendel]
The gemstone woman emerged from the shadowed woods. Moonlight glazed her coat with a kind of alchemy, transmuting blue tints into silver, red and orange variegation becoming suffused with an ethereal glow. Kwartz was asleep back in their alcove, sheltered from the night breezes by stone walls. Safe. She would not have left him without that assurance. Instead, she focused now on the triad before her. Lamb, her trustworthy ward and ambassador in training, had already arrived and was greeting the unfamiliar pair. A small and dark female seemed familiar to Lamb, a fact which put her ore at ease. And the imposing winged man beside her was known by reputation, if not introduction. She was somewhat dwarfed by the blue-bay Warrick. Squaring herself to face him, she bobbed her head in respect, one leader to another. She then acknowledged his companion with a small smile. "Greetings, and welcome to Sylva. Warrick, correct? To what do we owe this late night pleasure?" She asked, coming to a rest beside Lamb. She brushed the girl's gently shoulder with an extended wing, pleased with the aptitude the splashed woman had shown in her task of greeting visitors.
@[Warrick] @[Amorette] @[Lavendel]