06-22-2021, 11:39 PM
For Cressida, night is the time she chooses to explore her new home.
Night is when she walks amongst the valleys and the hills—searching over each corner and every crevice to memorize the map of this place on the backside of her eyelids. It’s a long and arduous process, but one that she takes pleasure in. One that she gladly does by herself and then with her brother when he manages to yawn his way through the evening, stealing hours away from his precious day.
And it is, usually, a quiet endeavor.
That is, until, she runs into the snarling mess that is Rend.
It is the cries that reach her delicate ears first and she flinches away from it—unused to putting herself into pain’s path. But the sound is not one that she can ignore, kind as she is at the core, and though it is uncomfortable, she eventually makes her way toward the sound, although she is timid and slow.
She comes as a deer, the prey’s body feeling more at home in this moment, and her slender head peeks around a tree, blinking slowly as she tries to understand what it is she sees. “Hello?” her voice is nearly as quiet as she, silvery and thin as she calls out to the dragon girl. “Are you okay?” It feels like a strange question to ask when the girl is so clearly in distress, but she has no experience with such things and no other words come to her.
Night is when she walks amongst the valleys and the hills—searching over each corner and every crevice to memorize the map of this place on the backside of her eyelids. It’s a long and arduous process, but one that she takes pleasure in. One that she gladly does by herself and then with her brother when he manages to yawn his way through the evening, stealing hours away from his precious day.
And it is, usually, a quiet endeavor.
That is, until, she runs into the snarling mess that is Rend.
It is the cries that reach her delicate ears first and she flinches away from it—unused to putting herself into pain’s path. But the sound is not one that she can ignore, kind as she is at the core, and though it is uncomfortable, she eventually makes her way toward the sound, although she is timid and slow.
She comes as a deer, the prey’s body feeling more at home in this moment, and her slender head peeks around a tree, blinking slowly as she tries to understand what it is she sees. “Hello?” her voice is nearly as quiet as she, silvery and thin as she calls out to the dragon girl. “Are you okay?” It feels like a strange question to ask when the girl is so clearly in distress, but she has no experience with such things and no other words come to her.