05-01-2021, 03:30 PM
ISRAFEL
Israfel is both delighted and nervous when someone approaches - and it’s difficult to say whether she is attempting not to stare because this is the first time she’s met anyone other than her mother, or because of the glowing bones that are protruding from his skin. Likely a combination of the two. It looks like it hurts terribly, and she wishes she knew some way to help, but then the friendly greeting contrasts that idea enough for her to be confused.
So far, existing in the wider world appears to be a place of complicated thoughts. Israfel didn’t know it was possible to be able to think and wonder so many things at the same time.
The trend continues - because she’s pleased to hear that the sun suits her and a little embarrassed that he was able to guess so quickly that it was her first time out. Did that mean she was doing something wrong?
A quiet “Yes” is her only response at first. But just managing that one syllable seems to be enough to give her the courage to speak more because she brightens a little, like she’s just figured out the secret to something (managing one word feels like she’s unlocked the ability to give voice to the words bouncing around in her mind). So a question of her own leaves her right away, her voice still quiet - a voice used to hushed conversations in the darkness. “Did you change colours when the sun came back too?” Her gold eyes are soft but not subtle now about taking in the chestnut of his coat and those strange bones.
Israfel wonders if it is a normal part of growing up, becoming visible and finding a colour. Other questions start to chase themselves around her mind - like whether this boy was identical to his mother the same way she was hers, whether all children look exactly like their parents, and just what lay beyond what she could see from this spot.
So far, existing in the wider world appears to be a place of complicated thoughts. Israfel didn’t know it was possible to be able to think and wonder so many things at the same time.
The trend continues - because she’s pleased to hear that the sun suits her and a little embarrassed that he was able to guess so quickly that it was her first time out. Did that mean she was doing something wrong?
A quiet “Yes” is her only response at first. But just managing that one syllable seems to be enough to give her the courage to speak more because she brightens a little, like she’s just figured out the secret to something (managing one word feels like she’s unlocked the ability to give voice to the words bouncing around in her mind). So a question of her own leaves her right away, her voice still quiet - a voice used to hushed conversations in the darkness. “Did you change colours when the sun came back too?” Her gold eyes are soft but not subtle now about taking in the chestnut of his coat and those strange bones.
Israfel wonders if it is a normal part of growing up, becoming visible and finding a colour. Other questions start to chase themselves around her mind - like whether this boy was identical to his mother the same way she was hers, whether all children look exactly like their parents, and just what lay beyond what she could see from this spot.
@[Reave]