May 26, 2017, 01:47 PM
he was soft-spoken, a soothing voice and rhythm that aria did not mind hearing. her gaze broke from his only once, falling to her feet as they kneaded into the sand. she stared for a moment as the stranger spoke of the earth and how he'd heal it-- naive, aria could not understand how you could heal the earth. days before, she would not have questioned it, for she'd seen deirdre try the same thing upon poor donnelaith-- but she had long forgotten her life as the redwoods princess. silent, aria stared then at the ocean waves, frothing and fighting to make it to shore. something stirred in her stomach the more she looked at them, but she could not understand why. thus, she pushed it aside, giving the stranger before her her undivided attention once again.
"i will join," she confirmed, eyes still flitting to the trinkets even as she studied him. they made little sense to her, but she understood them-- somehow. they each had their own purpose, and those she did not understand their purpose here, she did not question their presence. slowly, the sylph began towards him, circling around carefully so that her dainty feet did not disturb the set up. she relaxed nearby him, though not so close, her tail resting elegantly beside her as she sat. her eyes were moons, full and bright, as they stared upon the spread, falling only to the man when he added-- again-- about healing. stubborn as she was, aria meant to argue that she was skilled enough to heal herself, but she did not have the medicines to do so. she would let it slide.
her her gaze fell to her shoulder, briefly, staring at the wound. it was a slash, looking more like an intentional wound than that of an accident. she was quiet, but concern was written across her furrowed brow. who had done this? and when? she did not know. her other shoulder had a similar wound, though it was now a scar and appeared rather old, as the flesh had dulled into a darker pink rather than shined a fleshy silver like a newly healed scar might. she'd yet to notice it, the fur above it obscured her view. for now, her only problem was the other shoulder, and the potential problems that it may cause.
"please," she then said with a dip of her head. she was ready for this ritual to begin, ready to be a part of it. ready to learn.
"i will join," she confirmed, eyes still flitting to the trinkets even as she studied him. they made little sense to her, but she understood them-- somehow. they each had their own purpose, and those she did not understand their purpose here, she did not question their presence. slowly, the sylph began towards him, circling around carefully so that her dainty feet did not disturb the set up. she relaxed nearby him, though not so close, her tail resting elegantly beside her as she sat. her eyes were moons, full and bright, as they stared upon the spread, falling only to the man when he added-- again-- about healing. stubborn as she was, aria meant to argue that she was skilled enough to heal herself, but she did not have the medicines to do so. she would let it slide.
her her gaze fell to her shoulder, briefly, staring at the wound. it was a slash, looking more like an intentional wound than that of an accident. she was quiet, but concern was written across her furrowed brow. who had done this? and when? she did not know. her other shoulder had a similar wound, though it was now a scar and appeared rather old, as the flesh had dulled into a darker pink rather than shined a fleshy silver like a newly healed scar might. she'd yet to notice it, the fur above it obscured her view. for now, her only problem was the other shoulder, and the potential problems that it may cause.
"please," she then said with a dip of her head. she was ready for this ritual to begin, ready to be a part of it. ready to learn.
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RE: wet - by Aria - May 26, 2017, 01:47 PM