Sacrifice
She sees him in the distance, dark and tall and strange, and she is intrigued. They are nothing alike – not in appearance, at least – and she likes that. She is sick of herself and her own tiresome company, and something in her longs for a sharp edge to test herself again.
So when he calls out her ears flick eagerly to catch the sound of his voice, the words just audible above the sound of the current. A simple greeting, but enough of an invitation for her to shift her body, to better face him, waiting for a moment to see if he will come closer.
“Hello,” she calls back, and still, he does not move, so she moves instead. She steps out from the river, water dripping from her ankles, and she walks toward him.
She takes him in as she moves closer, curious by the new planes of him – she was built as an embodiment of some old kingdom, and he was built as…as what? A monster, maybe, but Sacrifice has so little experience with monsters that the word doesn’t come to mind.
“Hello,” she says again, in case he hadn’t heard her the first time – she’d been so far away – and then, with the guilelessness of the young and sheltered, she adds, “you’re very beautiful.”