you pour the water —
Baptiste did not often choose to do her wanderings within the confines of Hyaline—it was too close to her home, both proverbial and not—and she felt it like a specter on her back. Perhaps that is why she summons her own to walk alongside her this day. Two ghastly creatures that stand several hands higher than her, their eyes bluish and their lips pressed into a tight line. Contradictory as they may be with the halo that tilts innocently above her head, she takes comfort in their presence.
Perhaps they are a mirror where everyone else sees opposites.
Perhaps they are an anchor to a place where she feels more at home.
Regardless, they are a soothing presence and she gladly walks between them, her oil spill wings tucked over her slender back, rose gold eyes surveying the land around her with a cool indifference. She finds that the physical activity, the movement, is enough to keep the gnawing darkness at bay. The hunger and need and yawning loneliness within her kept just far enough back that she feels a sense of control.
The movement of the demonic boy grabs her attention and she pauses, both of her sentinels closing in on her as if trained by her father (perhaps they were, she thinks—perhaps they are lost souls of his old Chamber soldiers). She makes a nose in her throat and it is enough for them to ease, to give her a berth so that she can move toward the boy and the darkness that reaches for him desperately.
“Hello,” she replies, an echo, but says nothing more, tilting her head in pure curiosity.
— I would haul the stones
@Raum*