08-26-2021, 05:33 PM
Ryatah
She is alone when the girl comes stumbling out of the brush and bramble that borders the lake, though she feels her before she sees her. Ryatah had been standing further up an embankment where she is able to take in not only the entirety of Hyaline’s lake but the meadows and trees that surrounded it, too. It gave her a good view without having to be too close to the heart of the territory, which was the lake, and everyone that seemed to gravitate towards it.
The girl’s swirl of worried emotions press against the calm of hers, a wrinkle in her tranquility, and it causes her to search for the source.
Her head turns from the lake, sweeping her gaze instead along the banks of it until she finds the young filly. She seems disheveled and confused, most likely due to her adventure through the trees, and it tugs at that innately maternal part of her.
It was not often that she inserted herself into things not concerning her, but something about the girl draws her forward.
She moves towards the girl, and even in the warmth of the sunlight her glow is not dulled, illuminated in the ethereal aura that always encompassed her. Brilliantly white, with the golden stardust wings that glitter at her sides and the amber halo above her head, she is still splendidly angelic even in the bright of day. It softens the already gentle lines of her face, when she lowers her head to greet the girl kindly, “Are you okay? You look like you’re looking for someone, or something.”
The girl’s swirl of worried emotions press against the calm of hers, a wrinkle in her tranquility, and it causes her to search for the source.
Her head turns from the lake, sweeping her gaze instead along the banks of it until she finds the young filly. She seems disheveled and confused, most likely due to her adventure through the trees, and it tugs at that innately maternal part of her.
It was not often that she inserted herself into things not concerning her, but something about the girl draws her forward.
She moves towards the girl, and even in the warmth of the sunlight her glow is not dulled, illuminated in the ethereal aura that always encompassed her. Brilliantly white, with the golden stardust wings that glitter at her sides and the amber halo above her head, she is still splendidly angelic even in the bright of day. It softens the already gentle lines of her face, when she lowers her head to greet the girl kindly, “Are you okay? You look like you’re looking for someone, or something.”
EVEN ANGELS HAVE THEIR WICKED SCHEMES
@Anath