His smile is electrifying and she finds that even though she hadn’t meant to, she enjoyed making this stranger happy. “Why wouldn’t I?” she confesses with a quirk of her brow, the sharp blue of leopard print on her face making her all the more expressive and serious. “You certainly gave me a fright,” Olena tells him truthfully, though the smile on her dark lips lets him know that she didn’t take it personally. It had been an accident, after all. But as her eyes fall downcast at the slender tangle of her legs on the forest floor, she frowns deeply at the thought of getting back up.
She doesn’t mind his closeness nor the concern that falls across his face. It’s a normal reaction (one that Olena would be glad to do away with, but is used to it all the same) and she offers him a reassuring smile. “I’m alright,” she breathes sweetly to him and she wonders if he knows it is a lie; one that she has told since she had been a tiny girl and it comes from her mouth so consistently, she often believes it is true.
“Is that what you were looking for, Crowns? Scary things?” Her too-thin face tilts at him at her question, those deep navy eyes sparkling with curiosity. She laughs a bit, the sound tinkling and gentle before she has to stop so that her lungs would not protest against her. She clears her throat, stretching her golden neck towards him as if to bump her muzzle against his dark cheek. “I’m glad that I didn’t disappoint you, even though I am certainly not terrifying.” She realizes she wouldn’t like to see him disappointed, especially because of her.
His face falls downcast and Olena’s deepens with the same concern he had shown just moments before. “Crowns? What’s - ” but she is unable to finish her sentence, for the waters that pool beneath her begin to feel alive, pulsing with energy in each place that her skin rests against it. She lowers her head, her eyes searching for anything magical (besides the feeling, of course), but when the tightness in her chest begins to release suddenly, she looks back to him with surprise. “Are you a healer?” Her voice is breathless and nearly in awe, finding it captivating that such a stranger would offer her something so precious.
His magic is enough to make her feel confident in her attempt to stand. Her thin, onyx legs pull beneath her delicately, then she lifts herself slowly. At one moment she thought she might fall or slip, but she found that whenever she felt weak, those healing waters gave her the energy to steady herself. “You are very nice for a scary thing,” she tells Crowns playfully once she is standing, the sound of the water dripping off of her white splashed belly onto the ground below her. “It leads me to wonder if not all scary things are bad like I’ve been told.”
OLENA
all the stars go dark
@[crowns]