flowers in your hair (nymph)

[Kaida]

it’s a long road to wisdom it’s a short one to being ignored She has aged. Although she is not nearly as old as her parents are (as her parents were), she is still getting along in her years. Time looks beautiful on her, though; high cheekbones rising into dark brown eyes (eyes that used to flame with color and dragon-sight back when she was with her sister constantly) set in a slender face sprinkled with salt-and-pepper hairs against her mouth, nose, and eyes, long and sturdy legs holding up a body full of womanly curves and angular hipbones, a chaotic pile of red and gray and white and dark orange locks that flow from behind her ears and down along her broad neck. She is the image of a woman who wears age and time like her dresses and makeup. She wraps it around herself like a veil, keeping her shoulders high and her physicality proud. Although she has aged, she is still just as independent as she was in her youth. Kaida’s steps into the meadow are surefooted and solid, each one landing with an almost ominous sound of hoof against dirt. She is classy and brave and sassy and timeless, and each trait shows in the steps she takes and the way she carries her head. The summer heat is warm on her back, soaking into her joints and reminding her of the days of Kaida’s childhood spent in the Jungle. Those were, perhaps, her better days – spending each waking and sleeping hour with Noori, sharing their dragon vision, learning about life (or, the better term, not learning at all) from Scorch and Hestoni, and spending the days romping through the Jungle without a care in the world. Now, everything is so much more twisted and confusing. She finds herself leaning against the bark of a gently-sloping tree, watching as faces she doesn’t recognize swim by in a sea of endless unfamiliarity. Kaida wonders, if she ever saw her sister would she know it was her? So much has changed since the time they last saw each other and the chestnut roan cannot help but wonder if the only soul she knows nowadays is herself. kaida

[Nymphetamine]

Nymphetamine took in the summer day around him, glad to be out, glad to have a moment without plotting, glad to simply be glad. He hadn't felt unburdened, or even less burdened, in quite awhile--with the path he had chosen life was quite complicated. Even now there was much going on, much to do, much to prove. For now, in this moment he was relaxed, allowing the sun to warm him. His daggers struck the carpet of grass beneath him as he moved through the meadow, the summer sun had yet to torch the grass dry. Part of him looked forward to the slight crunch of grass between his hooves and the firm hard ground, but not today- today was an easy going day. He looked out at the creatures grouped together in different pairings. He can't say he knows anyone here, he sees no familiar faces nore smells any familiar scents. Those he knows here are few, another effect of the life he chose. He has no true allies. Well, maybe one, but he was sure he has ruined her trust, he closed his oil hued eyes shoving that away. He was not ready to think of her, remember their short but intense conversation, and the tears that stained her face when he left her.

His blood bay frame moved along slowly, not depressed, but with the speed of someone who has nowhere pressing to go. He stands tall for his young age, very much his father's son though he doubts he'll grow much more as his mother was shorter than his father. His eyes looked for anything different, anything to pass the time. While he was relaxed, he was not completely unburdened and it hid behind his deep triangular eyes. The breeze pushed his dark forelock forward, disrupting his view; a quick shake of his head righted the wind's rustling. It was them he saw the fae against the tree. She was older than he- but most were (he was extremely mature for his age, a side effect of his tortured past). He couldn't help but pause, she was striking, even from a distance. He would like to say there was more than a superficial reason he approached, but if he was honest, there wasn't.

All the plotting and the worries fell aside as he allowed his long pillars to approach the enchanting fae. He was glad his maturity was working with him today and not allowing his 2 year old brain through, he approached with as much confidence as anyone could when there is a fae like her before them. He stopped at a respectable distance, though he would have accepted a not so appropriate distance too. His eyes took in her flecked coat, not drunkenly so as to be crass, but he was observant, and well a stallion. He lowered his head slightly from its towering height in a small dip of his head in introduction.

I've found people watching a great past time too, mind if I join? Name's Nymphetamine.

At this close distance he found a slight kinship in her eyes, like there was a hidden burden, and a wished sight would cross her vision. His maw twitched into the smallest of smiles for a moment, he could understand wishing for things, or trying to snuff out the burdens, he was doing the very same thing here today. He flicked his black tipped spires towards the fae eager to catch her reply.

Nymphetamine

cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain