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Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying
Inside I'm dying
A gypsy she was. Always moving, never settling. Here she was, finding herself wondering yet again. It seemed that staying in place was just a purpose not meant for her. The vixen did not weave herself into any certain place, her roots were only set in herself and everywhere else was void of matter. That was how you stayed self-sufficient, it was how you survived. She had realized this in her travels of Helovia, and her findings quite valuable. Zandora owed nothing to no one, owed herself to nowhere, and she felt perfectly content with that idea. Casting loyalties had only deceived her, so if there was none to be cast, then there was a problem naught to be had.
She had wondered east in this new day, her journey's across Helovia never stopping. Delicate ears tipped forward as she wondered amongst the forestry, the new scents and forest aromas whispering their histories and compositions into her onyx nostrils. The soft rays of the early sun spoke through the microphone of trees, casting notes and melodies onto her ebonite skin. It was a beautiful scene, the silence of the forest a song she loved listening to most. There was nothing more calming then the sway of old, wise trunks or the crackle and splash of icy streams. The song of the forest didn't cover the murder that took place within it, the destruction and the death. Zandora had watched, but she didn't dare interfere with affairs that could only cost her in the end. She was like the trees that surrounded her, watchful and quiet, not allowing herself to intervene in a world that was not hers to interrupt.
Sighing, Zandora picked her way further into the labyrinth of bamboos and meadows. The rustle of another caught her attention, quickly awakening her from her daily stroll in her thoughts. Her purple eyes fell on the golden hide of Thranduil. He did not know who she was, but her always listening ears had heard his name once or twice. She too had watched him in battle, the battle that happened not to far from where they stood now. "Escaping the world too?" She asked, locks illuminated under the mellow rays. Perhaps she wasn't the only one who evaded the inquires of the world on this day.
"Talk?"
OCC: yeet
@Thranduil
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