Myrrine

She found the flowers before anything, and the way they smelled brought her back to the days where she was full of innocent love and where having worries was a foreign concept. When her lips brushed against the vibrant red her heart began to thrum for the thrill she had felt when Cerin had first placed them in her hair. Closing her eyes, she simply let the moment stay just for a little longer, because it was so much better than anything else she had to deal with right now. When hazel eyes opened they briefly filled with the salty brine of lost chances, and with rapidly blinking she pushed them away before they could finally push her over the edge. Now was not the time to be pining over the loss of a lover (lovers?). After taking one last loving look at the Indian Paintbrushes, she spread her wings and began to run, leaping effortlessly into the air just before she reached the water and gliding forward; aiming for the domed island awaiting her on the other side of the waters.

She couldn't remember what suddenly brought her to the place she hadn't seen for years, but her heart was urging her onward, and whether it was because she was craving the feeling of nostalgia or just need a change of scenery; she was determined to make it further into the depths of the Throat today. With a gentle thud she slid slightly against the red sands, before delicately letting her wings close upon the top of her withers, slightly quivering in the rare breeze that approached the dry lands. She was silent as she stepped forward, eyes watching curiously, observing every detail she could, while still remaining stoic and perhaps defensive? She didn't know how easily the Throat welcomed strangers, and because of this she wanted to be sure that she didn't just waltz in as if it were nothing. She wouldn't be surprised if she had already crossed some boundary by actually landing on the island and not calling from the opposite side. Maybe it was because she had felt somewhat familiar with the outer edges of the desert because of her adventures with Cerin, or simply because she was gaining a new confidence.

Yet as time wore on and it didn't look like a patrol would be coming soon, she gathered the courage to speak; those hazel eyes patiently awaiting for her voice to bring someone to her,"Hello! I would like to speak with someone please! If they have the time that is, I don't mean to be inconvenient with my visit!" She sounded almost pleading with her call, and it caused a funny feeling to twirl around in her stomach. It sat there briefly, her mind stewing over the sensation before deciding it was something not worth fretting over, and so with the patience she had gained from years of waiting for others to come to her, she watched the edges of the inner depths of the Throat, hoping someone would come sooner rather than later, because it was suddenly becoming very warm.

"Talk."

OOC: Myrrine would like to possibly join the Throat and become a healer? Myrrine just does things guys.

the butterfly is proof that great darkness
can create great beauty