Rainforest Cliffs
"THE NIGHT IS DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS."
These newcomers had very little respect for the land they now occupied. The fae flinched as her sensitive ears picked up the sound of newcomers tromping through the forest with little regard for what they may be crushing underfoot. A frown pulled at her dark lips. But she did not flee, though concealing herself in the thick mess of vines would not be a difficult task. However the little fae lingered and her overlong ears tipped in the direction of sound of footsteps. They twitched and flicked as she soon could hear at least one distinct voice through the trees, though the voice didn’t make much sense. That soon changed, when the voice became angry and agitated. At the girl’s choice of language, the fae’s ears flattened against her skull. She took a subconscious step backwards as if she’d been burned by the words. Anuya was known to use some...less than savory language from time to time but usually nothing so crude. The fae was surprised, however, at the size of the creature who had produced such language. A mere child.
Sidhra had trouble unpacking the strange social habits of this child, moving from anger to laughter in mere moments. Such behavior was not common among the faes. The little mare cocked her head at the winged filly, giving the impression that she was, perhaps, mulling over the question even though it was preposterous. After a moment, perhaps a moment too long then would be comfortable for any but a fae, she finally shook her head no. The tiniest of smiles danced upon the fae’s lips, the mirth evident in her silvery gaze. The smile slipped from her face as her gaze slipped over the ugly wound that marred the girl’s coat, dripping blood. Of course, the fae did not know that the black blood was strange. The girl would probably think that fae’s blood was strange too, though hers hadn’t been changed by the Rift.
Surely this girl was too young to be a Godkiller? But clearly there was some anger in her heart, storming through the brush, cursing the world. Though Sidhra couldn’t hope to understand what the girl had been through, she couldn’t say she was entirely sympathetic either. She did wonder if the girl was alone, or if she was injured. Perhaps caring for Anuya all these years had inspired some degree of maternal instinct in the girl. Without speaking, the fae gestured to the wound on the girl’s chest and looked back to her eyes, the questions dancing in her silvery gaze.
S I D H R A & A N U Y A
@Castiella
