like a bird caught in a curtain, this temporary entanglement may lead to an open sky
If she picks up on the indignation, she ignores it completely, sweeping it away with the ease of someone who has never once thought themselves in the wrong. She has never had any reason to think she is anything but right, anything but purely perfect, and she doesn’t let the faint irritation on his face color her viewpoint in the slightest. Instead she tilts her invisible head and consider him, trying to study the strange angles and curves of him as he struggles to find a word to explain what he is to her.
“That’s not a real word,” she trills with a laugh, floating to the other side of him and sending a breeze once again to blow over his alien back. “At least not one that I have ever heard,” she muses, pursing her youthful lips in thoughts for a second, “and I have heard all of the real ones so that should say something.” Another easy laugh as she blows a kiss, the wind coming out in a ripple from it.
But she tires of being unseen, tires of speaking to him in riddles, and so she does something she rarely does. She becomes the other version of her. The air around her ripples and she comes into view, although it is though she stops near the end—her body still maintaining that faint translucence. Drifting down, her feet come into contact with the ground and she shudders a little, shaking with the effort.
“Oof,” she exclaims, wobbling as she takes a step forward. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.” She glances back up again, a brilliant smile growing on her dainty face.
“My name is Alkena,” she offers, shaking her silvery mane. “And you are…?”
@Fret