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07-02-2016, 02:08 PM
Hey.
A flinch runs through her body unwillingly, for the voice was not a harsh tone, but an unexpected one. Quickly, her tiny face jaunts around, taking in the silhouette of the newcomer. From the build of the body and the deep melody of his voice, she guesses a stallion. From behind his legs, the shadows of many tails project, reminding her instantly of Lena's companion.
The billowing glow of the lava casts a fiery light upon his face, handsome in its structure and dappled with a smile as he speaks. He is tall, yet compared to the tiny porcelain figure, most in Helovia were. Not much else can be gathered from the firelight, but Zya believes him to be dark in coloring, especially compared to her own hue of a morning winter sky. Easing her stance, Zyanya turns to face him, cerulean hooves leaving little echoes dancing amid the humid air. "Yes," she answers his likely rhetorical question, thinking this place was indeed 'cool'. The glimmering crystals, the warmth of the fires, and the mysterious winding tunnels of the caves. An interesting place to find yourself quite by accident, but interesting nonetheless.
My name is Sacre, he introduces himself plainly, and the pale maiden smiles through her nervousness, hopefully silently answering that his intrusion is welcomed. Unlike Thranduil, his voice is soft and warm, making her heart open and flutter, feeling quite delighted to be in his presence.
"I am Zyanya of the Aurora Basin," she returns, her voice floating easily like a leaf in the wind, and just as delicate. "Who are your friends?" she asks boldly, turning her eyes to fall over the tailed shadows beside his legs, a warm smile upon her lips. Ever since her playtime in the ocean with Haldir, her heart warmed toward companions, feeling that they were quite amazing little creatures. Before Helovia, Zya never would have thought to keep the company of anything other than unicorns.
"Do you know this place well, Sacre?" her voice musing as her lavender eyes turn toward the shining walls and waves of fire dancing down the side of the crystal. The first room entered is quite large, something unexpected when arriving here from the outer rim of the Heart. Zya wondered why such a large room of gems and fire existed below the surface of the earth. The hidden treasure in the sand seemed a waste of beauty, but perhaps the distant location made the Heart Caves all the more beautiful. Maybe, her tour guide would have the insight she needed to make a decision.
""
ooc -- Please do!
A flinch runs through her body unwillingly, for the voice was not a harsh tone, but an unexpected one. Quickly, her tiny face jaunts around, taking in the silhouette of the newcomer. From the build of the body and the deep melody of his voice, she guesses a stallion. From behind his legs, the shadows of many tails project, reminding her instantly of Lena's companion.
The billowing glow of the lava casts a fiery light upon his face, handsome in its structure and dappled with a smile as he speaks. He is tall, yet compared to the tiny porcelain figure, most in Helovia were. Not much else can be gathered from the firelight, but Zya believes him to be dark in coloring, especially compared to her own hue of a morning winter sky. Easing her stance, Zyanya turns to face him, cerulean hooves leaving little echoes dancing amid the humid air. "Yes," she answers his likely rhetorical question, thinking this place was indeed 'cool'. The glimmering crystals, the warmth of the fires, and the mysterious winding tunnels of the caves. An interesting place to find yourself quite by accident, but interesting nonetheless.
My name is Sacre, he introduces himself plainly, and the pale maiden smiles through her nervousness, hopefully silently answering that his intrusion is welcomed. Unlike Thranduil, his voice is soft and warm, making her heart open and flutter, feeling quite delighted to be in his presence.
"I am Zyanya of the Aurora Basin," she returns, her voice floating easily like a leaf in the wind, and just as delicate. "Who are your friends?" she asks boldly, turning her eyes to fall over the tailed shadows beside his legs, a warm smile upon her lips. Ever since her playtime in the ocean with Haldir, her heart warmed toward companions, feeling that they were quite amazing little creatures. Before Helovia, Zya never would have thought to keep the company of anything other than unicorns.
"Do you know this place well, Sacre?" her voice musing as her lavender eyes turn toward the shining walls and waves of fire dancing down the side of the crystal. The first room entered is quite large, something unexpected when arriving here from the outer rim of the Heart. Zya wondered why such a large room of gems and fire existed below the surface of the earth. The hidden treasure in the sand seemed a waste of beauty, but perhaps the distant location made the Heart Caves all the more beautiful. Maybe, her tour guide would have the insight she needed to make a decision.
""
ooc -- Please do!
We've made a fool out of love, when all we want is to be enough
when all we want is to feel enough
when all we want is to feel enough
Zyanya
@Sacre
even if you're lost you can't lose the love because
it's in your heart
Magic & Force allowed, barring permanent changes or death.
