There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
It was almost inevitable that the Jungle would win her heart. She had never felt as though the Dale had been the place for her. And though she loves her family dearly, she could never have stayed there just for them. But here she had grown into her skin, had learned of her own power and strength. And for her, that is everything.
She has long since grown accustomed to the noises of the jungle, to the subtle differences when something new is going on. The scent too. Though strong and pungent to many outsiders, she could now detect the subtle differences in smell, could pick out a change from a fair distance away. Today she notes something different. It has become a habit of hers to meander through the gnarled vegetation during her days, allowing her easily detect any changes. Patrolling, some might call it. Exploring, she prefers to think. Patrolling sounds so droll, so mundane.
A very faint hint of ice and snow linger upon the air, peaking her curiosity in a way little else could. Of course she is familiar with ice and snow. Though the Jungle never saw it, the Dale had. She had loved playing in the snow as a child, had found awe and wonderment in the fluffy white powder as it had fallen to the ground. But this is different. It is spring now. The ice and snow had melted, leaving behind the scent of green and growing things. Which meant this newcomer could only be from one place.
She had never been to the Tundra before, but she is quite curious about that far off land. A land of men. On second thought, maybe she isn’t too keen on going there after all. But she is surprised when she follows the scent and finds not a man, but a woman. Golden gaze fixing upon her, she emerges from the darkness of the trees, her cracked skin flashing with a subtle light.
”You smell of the Tundra.”
Her metallic eyes peruse the spotted woman for a long moment as she studies her form, a hint of curiosity suffusing her features.
”What was a woman like you doing in a land bachelors?”
If she had ever needed proof that she would likely make a poor diplomat, here it is. Remembering herself then, she offers an introduction.
”I’m Joscelin, by the way. What can I call you? Besides beautiful, of course.”
She flashes her a brief smile before reflecting that perhaps she should not have said that last part... she really should not have said that.
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria
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