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12-13-2012, 07:09 PM
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Pale hooves struck sand soundlessly as the young woman explored the Throat at a slow and leisurely pace. Athena was a quietly happy soul and saw no need bustling and bustling, rushing to and fro to get to a place when you could arrive there much less frazzled and noticeably happier by taking your time. You never knew, after all, just what it was you could or would find once you slowed down enough to take in all the details. Lion tail swayed behind her, the tip of wings fluttering slowly. Today was a day for peace. Perhaps she had spoken too soon. The haze of heat over sand gave way to a silver accented doll, breathing heavily and looking quite shaken. Terrified even. Worried frown took over Athena's inherently kind face and she stepped closer, snickering softly to the young girl. If she had just awoken from a night are, there was a possibility she could be disoriented and lash out to protect herself from lingering monsters of the mind. "Are you alright?" Keeping her voice soft and smooth, concerned for the clearly distraught fae. Kneeling down herself until shins touched the sand, getting on the same level as the stranger. Waiting calmly and patiently for her answer. Best not to push her after all. |
