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POOLS OF LETHARGY BEGAN TO REST ON HER SHOULDERS, forcing her thin feet to stretch out on the perch. Her fluttering eyes watched the opalescent glow dim on the horizon, tucking in the precious jade orbs that tunnelled a home in her skull. The melancholy hymns of self pity started to fade from her conscious, awareness of solitude slowly crept back into the corners of her brain.
From the leafy depths of below, a voice skimmed across her skin. “Hallo?” The warm foreign voice drifted into her audits; awakening the alien eyes from misleading seclusion, causing them to wander the side of the branch. Her tail lead an ocular trail to the body below, to where a creature of ashen complexion stood.
“…er noen er?”
A woman of liquid, she was tangled entirely in fluid movements. Her torso fluttered down from the other side of the branch, dragging her entire tail over the branch before it would sail to the ground close behind. Like a hummingbird she hovered briefly, before gently placing her glass platforms on the ground.
“Hello,” her voice echoed, its long plush tones soothe the ears of most. “What language do you speak, my friend?”
The other was miniature in size, like her. She remained broader in structure, visually closer to the roots of more primitive civilizations. Her bones carried more mass, muscles held more signs of use. Sooty at her tips, the stripes of ancient tigers leaked across her hair and legs. These blackened blemishes coated a sunshine fur as lucent as her own.
She looked at the other lilliputian, desperately searching for a psalm to bring solace to a restless mind. The last moments of a sunset sky mirrored in the glasslike eyes of the ancient fawn. As the poetic questions began to flood her fragile mind, Leto stretched the crest of her neck to the ground, gesturing the peaceful drift in her conscious.
“Could you tell me where I am?” The soft voice squeezed out, in a songbird etiquette.
@Hildegunn
From the leafy depths of below, a voice skimmed across her skin. “Hallo?” The warm foreign voice drifted into her audits; awakening the alien eyes from misleading seclusion, causing them to wander the side of the branch. Her tail lead an ocular trail to the body below, to where a creature of ashen complexion stood.
“…er noen er?”
A woman of liquid, she was tangled entirely in fluid movements. Her torso fluttered down from the other side of the branch, dragging her entire tail over the branch before it would sail to the ground close behind. Like a hummingbird she hovered briefly, before gently placing her glass platforms on the ground.
“Hello,” her voice echoed, its long plush tones soothe the ears of most. “What language do you speak, my friend?”
The other was miniature in size, like her. She remained broader in structure, visually closer to the roots of more primitive civilizations. Her bones carried more mass, muscles held more signs of use. Sooty at her tips, the stripes of ancient tigers leaked across her hair and legs. These blackened blemishes coated a sunshine fur as lucent as her own.
She looked at the other lilliputian, desperately searching for a psalm to bring solace to a restless mind. The last moments of a sunset sky mirrored in the glasslike eyes of the ancient fawn. As the poetic questions began to flood her fragile mind, Leto stretched the crest of her neck to the ground, gesturing the peaceful drift in her conscious.
“Could you tell me where I am?” The soft voice squeezed out, in a songbird etiquette.
@Hildegunn
