For most, silence is golden. It's an opportune time to mull things over and take everything in. It allows a moment to bask in experiences and life. Unfortunately, silence isn't quite so felicitous because it allows her mind to race back to Eight and his absent touch. A frown quirks her lips as she takes him into deep consideration and wonders why he is all she has ever known. Every memory she has is adorned with his face, his embrace, his husky voice. Her muscles quiver at the thought and her eyes shut as she tries so hard to remember if there was anything - anyone - before him, but nothing surfaces. Shiya's mind has been a playground for not only one magician, but two. Their fingers have thumbed through her memories and altered them or simply wiped them away, but she doesn't know this. All she knows is that her world is innocent and happy and that Eight has been with her since the beginning.
The sound of wings buffeting the air brings Shiya to the present. Her emerald eyes hastily open and look at the stallion descending toward her. A smile plays across her lips as the distance between them is closed by his own muffled footsteps. "Hello," her voice is nectar to his ears, so sweet and addictive - a lullaby - like her mother. "I'm Shiya." Their eyes meet and for a fleeting moment she forgets Gallows and forgets Eight. There is simply this moment as the sunlight rests across their backs. This is not love, no, not even infatuation, but she melts into her company always. As though loneliness has plagued her for years Shiya can't help but constantly crave attention. She feeds off it, thrives on the companionship that anyone provides her.
She looks lethal - menacing even - with her slit eyes and protruding fangs, but she is so very weak-hearted. When she looks at Magnus she sees a tried soldier. The muscles of his body are taut ropes underneath his skin, weaving through bone to create the masterpiece that he is. Shiya sheepishly grins; how meek she must look in comparison to him with her gaze casting down and her torso smaller and more slender than his. She is not dangerous, this much he can tell. A moment of quiet hangs between them following his question as she hesitates. Everything in her mind has suddenly lapsed but when she raises her head to meet his eyes again it all comes racing back with gusto. "A home," she finally says in a more purposeful voice, though still silky and sweet, "I didn't want to go to the field to be swarmed. It's too overwhelming. I wanted to visit places to see them first and to see if they're suitable for me." Candy coated lies, but still convincing as she turns her head to drink in the scenery. Perhaps this is a kingdom that she would truly belong in, she wonders before exhaling a deep breath into the wind.
Their eyes meet again and Shiya smiles. "Please tell me where I am and more about it. It truly is beautiful here."
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