Watcher's body emerged from the depth of the shadows, harsh features seemingly suspended between contentness and annoyance (she could never tell which with him). She watched him as the seconds passed, wondering how he had yet to take note of her. Those eerie pale eyes watched him with intense wonder, curious to know if he was here in flesh in blood or a trick that the Rift played on her fragile mind. Aurelia had been thrown through the portal half a year ago and she had only managed to run into him once in that time, but in the past week it seemed he had become a dependable constant part of her life, something that put her on-edge. Though she enjoyed his presence thoroughly, it was unusual for her to hang around this long. She had many tricks up her sleeve- should she be a magician, her greatest act would be disappearing, something she had always done... and done well, too.
Even the worry of growing too involved with one horse was not enough to dam the stream of excitement and anticipation that swelled and sloshed within her as she pushed off of the tree towards him. How the ground between them was erased she'd never recall. Perhaps it was a dance or hop, but one moment they were apart and the next she stood squarely before him, her features conveyed little, but she was visibly a more content healthier version of herself. Something Watcher had yet to see.
She searches his face, unnerved by the sheer blueness of his crystalline eyes. She had always believed that glacier eyes were ice cold, that they knew no warmth and never shared love. It had only taken one horse many moons ago to prove her wrong and now she was fully aware of the truth: the hottest fires always burn blue.
"What are you doing here?" The words came out low, with an agreeable trace of huskiness and with a hint of more power than her short body would suggest- not an educated voice, but one on which education had imposed a discipline which hadn't quite obliterated the rugged, untamed lilt in her words. It would be surprise to those that new her well to see her whisper, because she always seemed to have a million reasons to shout.
The air was thick and dense, the scent of moisture and mildew clinging to her airways like tar. The forest was ages past its former glory. The trees thick and old with roots twisting in all directions. It might once have been filled with bird-song and animals that roamed happily, but now it was simply eerie, with glowing eyes watching at every turn and the unmistakable sounds of evil Rift creatures scurrying to and fro. It's canopy was so dense that Aurelia could only see the occasional streak of sunlight which was shut out by the ever-moving leaves before it could even hit the ground which was composed of the remains of fallen trees of successive generations for centuries.
"Help me find an Asulli's magical feather," she pleaded.
Rainforest Cliffs
harvesting asulli feathers
