[mature] Castle on the hill || Celest ||

[Celest]

The forest had absorbed her like a foreign body squeezed below flesh; she had found her nook in a pace she didn't belong. Her coat clashed with the fiery hues of the forest, she had witnessed a murder and rape. Yet, she had known nothing else, and she didn't question it. Despite her ability to see into the future, she couldn't see past the confines of this misty wood. The ever-changing mass of them left her alone, and she left them alone. 

But it seemed like whatever magic had kept her metaphorically invisible for the last few years was wearing off.

Celest could run from him, it wasn't like the pegasus hadn't given her plenty of time to escape, but recently running had begun to feel more and more like a failure. So she lingers, she had always too proud, simply waiting as he ambles closer and closer. 

She spots the stranger, tripping and cursing like a low-level diplomat lost in the woods, and a critical gaze runs over his gaudy pelt. Yet her body remains still. It would be easy to suppose she had just woken from a nap had the hard glint in her amethyst eyes been not quite so intense. 

"If you need help, just say it," she states. And something in her voice would warn a wise man that she won't hesitate to put a beam of light right between his eyes if he tried anything half as bad as what she had seen in this forest.

I'm not a girl,
I'm a storm with skin