The wind can often speak more than words, and today is no different. It rumbles with fury, and a strength far greater than any storm Vilja has ever witnessed. The air is thick with magic, almost so that it stings her lungs with every breath. Yet she isn’t fearful, she is beaming with an excitement of a heavily peaked interest.
With curiosity festering in her mind, she allows herself to be drawn into the hurricane. Speckled wings unfurling from her strawberry kissed skin to embrace the storm’s intoxicating strangeness. It was a reckless act, perhaps even more foolish than she would like to admit but something within her told her otherwise.
She is pulled into the very thicket of the storm, ravenous winds lashing at every inch of her red toned body as sleet and rain begin to pelt her owlet wings. She knows she doesn’t have much time, her wings would soon become waterlogged and useless. Fueled by her hunger for knowledge, she allows her sky touched gaze to inspect the storm with haste. It was something of destruction, born from magic. That’s all she could gather before her brown flecked wings begin to give out. With water bearing an immense weight upon her wings, she gathers the last of her strength with one last hardy flap of her wings before they retract into her crimson dusted withers. Propelling herself onto a small patch of clouds before they are all swept away by the storm.
She is swallowed by darkness, as the ground beneath her begins to shift and rock as she's swept away. Viljas balance becomes something of that in shambles, as the cloud teeters. Her excitement fades, and is replaced with worry, tarnishing her wild delicate features. Her mind begins to race, what would happen to the others? Would they be alright? Where was Taimas and Isogold? Surely they got everyone to safety... She should of fled and warned them, rather than facing the storm head on, yet as it often happens she was drawn by her own selfish desires.
The movement beneath her suddenly ceases, as the dark clouds recede revealing the vibrant azure sky above her. The storm has been quelled, it's hunger for destruction and waste dissipated. It's quiet now, deafening almost so that the only sound that lingers is the thumping of her own heart, as worry wraps its wicked tendrils around her. Vilja's wide cobalt gaze wanders across the sky filled landscape, it was empty but perhaps they made it. They had to.
"Timais? Isogold? Anyone?" She expels through hopeful breaths of anxiety, her mind stirring with concern. Please tell me they made it.
OOC: Not my best but I'm still easing into her!
With curiosity festering in her mind, she allows herself to be drawn into the hurricane. Speckled wings unfurling from her strawberry kissed skin to embrace the storm’s intoxicating strangeness. It was a reckless act, perhaps even more foolish than she would like to admit but something within her told her otherwise.
She is pulled into the very thicket of the storm, ravenous winds lashing at every inch of her red toned body as sleet and rain begin to pelt her owlet wings. She knows she doesn’t have much time, her wings would soon become waterlogged and useless. Fueled by her hunger for knowledge, she allows her sky touched gaze to inspect the storm with haste. It was something of destruction, born from magic. That’s all she could gather before her brown flecked wings begin to give out. With water bearing an immense weight upon her wings, she gathers the last of her strength with one last hardy flap of her wings before they retract into her crimson dusted withers. Propelling herself onto a small patch of clouds before they are all swept away by the storm.
She is swallowed by darkness, as the ground beneath her begins to shift and rock as she's swept away. Viljas balance becomes something of that in shambles, as the cloud teeters. Her excitement fades, and is replaced with worry, tarnishing her wild delicate features. Her mind begins to race, what would happen to the others? Would they be alright? Where was Taimas and Isogold? Surely they got everyone to safety... She should of fled and warned them, rather than facing the storm head on, yet as it often happens she was drawn by her own selfish desires.
The movement beneath her suddenly ceases, as the dark clouds recede revealing the vibrant azure sky above her. The storm has been quelled, it's hunger for destruction and waste dissipated. It's quiet now, deafening almost so that the only sound that lingers is the thumping of her own heart, as worry wraps its wicked tendrils around her. Vilja's wide cobalt gaze wanders across the sky filled landscape, it was empty but perhaps they made it. They had to.
"Timais? Isogold? Anyone?" She expels through hopeful breaths of anxiety, her mind stirring with concern. Please tell me they made it.
OOC: Not my best but I'm still easing into her!
