06-04-2019, 11:16 PM
What a curious man.. she thinks as he snaps at her in harsh, hushed tones, she watches in fascination as he takes a moment to calm himself before accepting his invitation to join her. As they walk his mood settles between them, only making Nimue that more curious. She was never one to beat around the bush, some may call it rude at times, but something told her she should be gentle with this man. Like stepping on shards of glass.
The idea didn't bother her any as her blue eyes watched him carefully for a second and finally drawing back to their path along the beach.
Everyone needs something. Maybe it's not the fancy costumes or the magic that swirls through the air that pulls you here tonight. she says softly her voice seeming to linger a moment to long, but something somewhere told you to walk through that portal her hide and feathered wings shift to black as she motions to a n unoccupied corner of the boundary curtain far enough from the pressure of others but close enough to enjoy the company of others if they so choose. Golden lights dance in the shadows, a welcoming comfort compared to the loud suffocation of the party.
Why don't you tell me something worth talking about? Nimue wanted to know what made this man tick. What inspired him through life? What does he stand against? She could already sense he was a man of few words, but she had learned in her life that all you needed to do was to get them talking about the right thing.
The idea didn't bother her any as her blue eyes watched him carefully for a second and finally drawing back to their path along the beach.
Everyone needs something. Maybe it's not the fancy costumes or the magic that swirls through the air that pulls you here tonight. she says softly her voice seeming to linger a moment to long, but something somewhere told you to walk through that portal her hide and feathered wings shift to black as she motions to a n unoccupied corner of the boundary curtain far enough from the pressure of others but close enough to enjoy the company of others if they so choose. Golden lights dance in the shadows, a welcoming comfort compared to the loud suffocation of the party.
Why don't you tell me something worth talking about? Nimue wanted to know what made this man tick. What inspired him through life? What does he stand against? She could already sense he was a man of few words, but she had learned in her life that all you needed to do was to get them talking about the right thing.
Lady of the Lake Sky
Nimue Isolde
@[Brigade] sorry this is trash ):