08-19-2019, 12:36 PM
So lost in wandering thought, she doesn’t notice the disturbance in the river’s path, or the familiar face that rises above the plane of moving water. At least not at first, not until that dreadful voice suffocates the lovely jingling in her ears. Initially, she ignores it, or simply refuses to acknowledge it out of stubbornness, and perhaps even tries to convince herself it was only a figment of deeply repressed memories. But that unsettling pang by the name of truth causes her stomach to twinge and she winces in response. The leopard mare stops, torn between humoring him or continuing to deny his existence and be on her less-than-merry way.
He was probably watching her now, she thought, and probably with that same stupidly smug smile he usually wore. Of all the times to run across this one again, why now? Why when even though she still came up purposeless, but had at least finally settled on a direction? If she walked he may not pursue her, but then again, he might one day reappear on the grey shores of Nerine again as he had done once before when she had been Queen. Against her better judgment - always against her better judgment - she slowly pivoted to find his strangely beautiful eyes. The girl would probably come to regret it, but she settled on indulging him now.
“Seamonster,” she drawls slowly with a lazy smile, remembering the first time they had met and the seemingly unsuspecting title he had dubbed himself with. “What a coincidence to run into you so far from the sea.”
Moving a few paces closer, she consciously makes a point to stand a few paces away from the bed of the river, yet close enough to not come off as entirely rude. Up close now, she sees the contrast of deep blue and gold that acts as a dam against the white. Cold eyes linger on the lines of gold for longer than the rest, instantly warming as the color revives the sense of home and security she’d only recently rediscovered. It was a color that would always resonate with some type of meaning to her.
His question catches her falling smile, twisting it back into place with a charming curve. Unlikely that he had bothered to stop her for the sake of humor, but who knows. “In need of a good laugh, are we?”
@[Ivar]
He was probably watching her now, she thought, and probably with that same stupidly smug smile he usually wore. Of all the times to run across this one again, why now? Why when even though she still came up purposeless, but had at least finally settled on a direction? If she walked he may not pursue her, but then again, he might one day reappear on the grey shores of Nerine again as he had done once before when she had been Queen. Against her better judgment - always against her better judgment - she slowly pivoted to find his strangely beautiful eyes. The girl would probably come to regret it, but she settled on indulging him now.
“Seamonster,” she drawls slowly with a lazy smile, remembering the first time they had met and the seemingly unsuspecting title he had dubbed himself with. “What a coincidence to run into you so far from the sea.”
Moving a few paces closer, she consciously makes a point to stand a few paces away from the bed of the river, yet close enough to not come off as entirely rude. Up close now, she sees the contrast of deep blue and gold that acts as a dam against the white. Cold eyes linger on the lines of gold for longer than the rest, instantly warming as the color revives the sense of home and security she’d only recently rediscovered. It was a color that would always resonate with some type of meaning to her.
His question catches her falling smile, twisting it back into place with a charming curve. Unlikely that he had bothered to stop her for the sake of humor, but who knows. “In need of a good laugh, are we?”
@[Ivar]