07-24-2018, 07:10 PM
He smells like the ocean. That's the first thing Versailles notices when she makes her approach, standing a bit behind Suite, Shining, and Carolina. Her golden eyes peer from between the gaps their bodies make to observe the stranger looking nervous on their borders.
He smells like the ocean, like the sea - she remembers the sea, when her mother had taken her there. She has such fond memories of it: it had been the first time she saw her mother smile, ocean spray dancing in the air as her cheeks came to life in each glint of the water droplets clinging to her fur. Versailles had looked at her then and saw her mother in a different light, not just the warrior she'd known her to be; her mother had still been human then, warm beneath the cold layers of her armor. Her mother still had a beating heart.
"Hello," comes the she-cat's voice, clearing softly as she rounds the present Ascendants to get a clearer look of the stranger. Suite seems to know him. He mustn't be that bad for Suite to know him and smile at him - perhaps he's an old friend of her's. "I'm Versailles," she introduces. While only a month younger than her brother, Bast, there are concepts that are still new to her. She doesn't know about the Typhoon, doesn't know what they would smell like, all she can taste in the air is the nostalgic scent of seasalt. "You smell like the ocean. Are you from the ocean?"
He smells like the ocean, like the sea - she remembers the sea, when her mother had taken her there. She has such fond memories of it: it had been the first time she saw her mother smile, ocean spray dancing in the air as her cheeks came to life in each glint of the water droplets clinging to her fur. Versailles had looked at her then and saw her mother in a different light, not just the warrior she'd known her to be; her mother had still been human then, warm beneath the cold layers of her armor. Her mother still had a beating heart.
"Hello," comes the she-cat's voice, clearing softly as she rounds the present Ascendants to get a clearer look of the stranger. Suite seems to know him. He mustn't be that bad for Suite to know him and smile at him - perhaps he's an old friend of her's. "I'm Versailles," she introduces. While only a month younger than her brother, Bast, there are concepts that are still new to her. She doesn't know about the Typhoon, doesn't know what they would smell like, all she can taste in the air is the nostalgic scent of seasalt. "You smell like the ocean. Are you from the ocean?"