AW (set in paradise falls, dated before the BWP)
The light of the moon and stars bathed the nymph in silver where she stretched upon the warm rocks of the burbling oasis, a vague grimace upon her delicate features as she gnawed the vibrant marigolds to a paste.
She smeared the ointment on what wounds she could reach, rolling in what was left to medicate those she couldn't - mixing it with crushed garlic upon her stony perch.
The scabbed wounds resembled dark tattoos upon her flesh in the indigo of early night, curling intricately across pale flesh and fur to portray a graphic story.
Other remedies lay nearby, for afterwards, chamomile for shock and dock leaves for her blistered paws.
Feeling eyes upon her tattered skin, the botanist dared a peek upwards to lock gazes with the halfling.
She slid backwards against the stone vaguely, downy underbelly flashing just so in submission as her gaze lowered alongside pale butterfly auds. A raspberry tongue flickered across scarred chops and her paw batted ever so slightly in his direction.
I didn't see you there but I'm friendly.
A soft
chirrup escaped her as she straightened, not quite lifting her head completely lest she make herself seem larger.
Welcome!
She sensed his irritation, despite the polite smile which she returned hesitantly, and her ears pinned ever so slightly in response.
The ice of her gaze hardened vaguely, uncertain about this Saint. Donovan and Derg, safe, known. Renard was still in question - the fae as judgemental as he though for her own reasons. She was observing him in turn, testing the waters.
She tensed as he circled her but made no move, save for her eyes roving back to watch his movements from her peripherals. However, his question caused her to turn towards him with a look of surprise.
Despite his claims, the Grandmaster did not seem a monster - not to her, not anymore. She swore at times, even now, she caught a glimpse of the conflicted youth - a hurt boy who would not be proud of the things he'd done, the man he might've become. But as quickly as it came it was replaced with the beast he'd been forced to become, one she still couldn't fear. How could she? Even as a monster, he was perhaps the kindest person she'd ever met, the only man who had ever treated her with tenderness.
"No", she mouthed as she shook her head in denial, wide eyes searching his face for some hint. It was obvious he didn't share her biased opinion.
She cocked her head at him, curiosity visible on her open features.
"Why?"