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07-01-2014, 03:48 PM
The sweet dawn of Tallsun hailed an assuaging tone and hold, grasps of the tender, of the united, of the warm and guiding. Another bright face instilled the philosophy and grandeur of the morning: a day considered joyful and radiant, and Lena polished her smile into a wholesome, widened grin at the regal features of Tangere’s enlightened chords. The last moments she remembered of the argent frame was a fleeing figurine, ghostly and winding through the wind at her behest, at her command, escaping from the clutches of an uncertain fate (friends turned to monsters, demons returned to companions), shirked, free of damnation and chains. The Mender was grateful to see, at least from her careful glances and uninhibited movements, the femme was fine, healthy, no worse for wear from the plagues and pestilence of demonic interferences, as enthusiastic and impassioned as the seasons before. Based upon her following vocals, she wanted to continue from where they’d left off, brushing past moss and thickets, spying through copses, craving intellect and knowledge of the flora, the fauna nestled amongst the bramble and thorns. The nymph wasn’t a creature to shirk her duties, nor cast away a willing student, and though she couldn’t prescribe or lavish as much wisdom as Alysanne or her sage sire, the sienna belle was forever inclined and prepared to try. Her agreement floated on the length of a smile and excited clamor, whistling through the boughs and branches, twisting towards where Imogen laid in the morning sun, awakened and following the high rise of her beloved’s voice. “Certainly! We could begin now, if that suits you.” She tilted her head towards the emerging query, allowed her gaze to flit and flicker over the diamonds in the rough, the untouched herbs and designs silent at their feet. Perhaps there were specific needs in Tangere’s mind, little plants flashing through her mind, absolute or contrary. “Is there something you’re looking for?” Then she lowered her tones to an unwound conspiracy, a touch of play and folly in the eyes of fanciful delight and whimsical airs, whispers to giggle over. “Or do you wish to delve and explore?” Lena |
