sun was in your eyes | introduction / ama

[Mama]

[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]To form attachments was to invite harm, allow the heart to be left open for any who held a connection to it to dig claws in, tear apart that fragile organ. For a time Ishayu had thought to close herself to it, allow the world to simply pass her by as it hardened into a fragment of ice within her chest, but such was hard, her want to know others, to connect and form those meaningful bonds, had cut short that plan. Though short her time within Sunhaven spoke of such for she had been given the title of welcoming committee member, doing her best to welcome each newcomer who came across their border, or offer shelter if they so needed it for a time, and so she could never know exactly what it was Beverly felt, the two opposites in many ways.

Yet one thing they seemed to have in common was a love for the beach, the golden stretch of sand calling to the serval, seeking her attention no matter the task she put to herself, wanting to feel the grains between her toes. As such she wandered the stretch of beach which separated the sea from the towering peaks of the mountains, enjoying the quiet lull of the ocean as it rushed forth only to retreat once more, a familiar and comforting whisper.

A hum parted pale lips and maroon gaze rose as words touched the still air, settling upon the one who spoke, largely a stranger to her. Though her work had made it so she tried to greet each she had missed this one and had seen her only within passing, never given a moment to greet her or ask a name, let alone offer her own introduction, and so she took this chance. Approaching with a slow step Ishayu offered Beverly a soft smile, taking a few seconds to think before she spoke.

“Hello Beverly, I am Ishayu, I hope you have enjoyed your time with us so far,” gentle was her tone, one of a mother speaking with a gentle fondness behind her words though the voice was a deep rumble in her throat, honey spread upon gravel, eyes crinkling as her smile widened some. “If you do not mind me asking where did you get that ring? It is very pretty, the make is well done.” Lifting her stump she gestured to the ring in question, slightly babbling by the end.

“Oh, I am sorry, I am a smith and make some jewellery myself, I enjoy seeing others work.”