11-29-2018, 04:10 PM
"I miss the old sweet pain
of night filling my veins"
These days she isn't quite sure where sleep begins and where it ends-- and for those like her, when all the world seems a waking dream, the only peace to be found is in the dark folds of night. Even in the days long since past, when hope filled her chest and the optimism of youth ran like fire in her blood, she has always craved moonlight. And in turn the night has always suited her. She could be anything, with starlight draped around her like a second skin, with the darkness around her thick with silent promises, rife with possibilities.
North turns to face the grulla. "Hello?" the stranger says into the night. She smiles without humor.
"Hello," her voice is a low rumble that skims the top of the tall grass.
(She was born in a place where the grass grew short and sparse. She grew up in a place where the ocean winds hit you like a whip, and over time those winds shaped her the way the ocean shapes the cliffside- taking, always taking, softening in some ways and sharpening in others.)
She takes a single step towards the stranger, nose extended in both a greeting and a test. The man does not smell infected, but she keeps her distance anyway. "Did I wake you?" She blinks, and it is hard to read her face but it suggests a lack of apology. And amusement, if anything else.
With that look in her eye, she could be all kinds of trouble, or all kinds of salvation.
N O R T H
@[Rouhi] <3