Hushed Willows diamond child [festival]

@Derg

Isleña moved closer with lose, bouncy movements. She didn’t know where Aure was anymore, but trusted she would be fine. Aure was always fine — it was something in the pale wolfess that Isleña saw in herself. They were survivors.

The banshee painted her visage with a smile, so that the man knew she was in good spirits and was, in essence, taking him up on his offer to converse. or pay attention to each other. or something. 

Isleña placed the seed upon the earth and, almost immediately, forgot about it. She halted for a second and didn’t say anything, having suddenly remembered that she could barely speak the common tongue and she often sounded like an idiot. Some people found it endearing, Isleña reasoned with herself, so she tried her hand at a bit of irony.

“…to look for many times, is not nice.” she said, turning a cheek as if she was admonishing him — but her tone suggested something different.