Zyanya

Sand stirs to life underneath the cloven hooves of Haldir, filling the scene with additional movement and excitement.  As Zya's tiny body jets into action, the deer lets loose a bark from his lips, perhaps in surprise or delight, and the girl's features tug into an easy smile.  The soft lilac eyes gleam in delight, her heart beating wildly in her chest with excitement.  To have a playmate, after feeling so alone at times in Helovia, was a wonderous thing.  Who cares if it happened to be an enchanted stag?

As her hooves dig into the sand at the beach Haldir's own flips sand madly about, the granules pelting their way onto her golden frame.  She laughs, a bubbly sound, as the rain of wet earth comes down upon her.  The corners of her eyes crinkle with joy, revealing quite slyly that she is no longer a filly - something she forgets at times.  Her own hooves begin to churn up some of the silver sand, launching it into the air, and she makes a small cowkick away from the body of her new friend.  Her head tilts backward, trying to see how close behind the little buck has come, when a glimmer of gold catches her attention.

The sunshine sparkles on the back of Thranduil, giving away his escape attempt where the silent movement of his body would not.  Mischeviously, Zyanya's smile dapples her features again, with a new light, and she gestures her head back down the beach in hopes Haldir would catch onto her silent plot.  She makes a large arch, her speed allowing her hooves to just barely be gripped by the sand before her body drifts forward.

Despite the small length of her legs, the build of her body is one made for speed.  With all serious effort, her frame is propelled back in the direction of Thranduil, with small pauses given to loose dirt in Haldir's direction playfully.  When the gap between the golden stallion and herself closes, Zyanya tilts her body and skids to an unceremonious halt, a wave of sand rushing forth from the petite legs - aimed directly at Thranduil's body.  A bright laugh rips from her lips as she eyes sparkle in his direction, unable to read his annoyance as anything other than a reason to try harder.

"Were you thinking you could escape without being seen?" her voice carries over a laugh, not knowing that the Laurelin is in fact a rather accomplished sneak.    Luck had been on her side to allow sight of him slowly coming ashore, otherwise he likely would have made it to the cloak without opposition and slipped away from their little game.  "Did you have another engagement?"

At least, I would like to properly say goodbye, Zyanya thinks, looking at the gold with a strange expression of concern just rising above the playful air.

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YOU ARE THE BLUEST LIGHT.