.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
12-26-2015, 12:37 PM
|
She can not really decipher what he says when he yells after her, but she can hear the evident bitch fit in his tone. She laughs, he is proving to be so utterly entertaining and they've barely exchanged anything but their names. Perhaps he is too smart to be lured by tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumbass – she didn't really expect that, to be honest. He's following. She can hear his footsteps trudging her way as he advances closer and closer. She only bends an ear back at first and as he approaches her shoulder she spins to him with a mischievous glow in her henna eyes. “Smart choice, Albrecht.” She giggles to herself and turns to the path ahead. “We will be traveling for a while, I must say, several hours at least. And by several I mean six to eight, depending on your ability.... ” Her eyes snake up and down, from his face to his knees and back to his eyes. “Or lack of.” She looks to the changing skies. “Just shut up and walk – there will be plenty of time for banter when we get there.” She walks ahead of him with a steady and slow pace toward the snowy mountains. And travel they did. She takes mercy on him, going around the swamps and through the valleys – sometimes taking a slightly longer route and stopping more than usual. Not like when she dragged Eldala out here just last month. She recalls putting the girl through the ringer before letting her eyes finally settle on the machines and the dancing aurora. After a while they make it across the snow bridge and are now within sight of the Basin's wall of mountains. She looks back to him finally as the sun beams it's last ray of orange onto the horizon, “We are nearly there. Just after this set of hills.” And by hills..she meant a series of small, jagged mountains. Teeny in comparison to the behemoths in the great grand snow-blown distance, but formidable none the less. They make it over them. Or so she assumes. She doesn't look back to him until they are standing only 500 yards or so from the sentinels that guard the border. Phrixus flies ahead as always, calling out and swooping all around the metal guardians. He announces their arrival to anyone who might be standing near by. “Did you make it ok?” She smirks at him, assuming he will have some cute, venomous answer. She expects him to. She wonders if he notices the bite of the winter winds curling around the thawed tundra. They're approaching ever more with every single day. The Basin is the first to be crystallized in ice and then buried in snow. She wonders if he knows, and if he doesn't, would he be a little bitch about it? She watches him with her grin still grinning, her eyes following him. “Shall we?” She flicks her pink nose to the entrance ahead, trotting a few feet ahead of him, guiding him in with a proud sort of saunter about her thick little body.  |
@Hotaru @Thranduil @Albrecht
and anyone else who wants to say heyyyy
<33
this guy is awesome ;3
- You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
- Please tag me so I don't forget anyone(:
