09-27-2018, 12:07 PM
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In the moments that they were left to simply stare at one another, Feyre felt a strange tug on the corners of her soul. It was as if fate itself was trying to tell her something, whispering words in a lost language that could only fall upon misunderstanding ears, growing more and more incessant until she wanted to just up and ask Hazel why she resonated so deeply within her. But she held her tongue, the embers that danced and crackled across her skin illuminating it gold in the flickering light of the nearby lamp as her frustration peaked and then all but dissipated. She was a witch- her hyperawareness to the natural world around her couldn't keep frightening her as it did. Whatever was happening, whatever misplaced and unfamiliar feeling she was detecting... it was just an extension of her undeveloped powers.
Feyre seemingly returned to reality upon hearing the compliment, cheeks burning red (though she couldn't help but agree). Her names had always been a subject of fascination to the witches. Feyre was one that held within it a great deal of power and, in a way, was a nod to her long forgotten and powerful aunt. They reserved that name for special events, calling her Josephine at all other times lest they disturb some ancient balance that she didn't quite see. Here, she just went by either- both rolled off of the tongue easy enough. [color=#ac5847]"Thanks!" The young teen finally managed, hands raising as she spoke to adjust her pointed hat, the blue bandanna underneath revealed for a brief second, [color=#ac5847]"I like your name a lot."
She would have elaborated, would have confirmed that it fit her too, had she not been distracted by the mention of Arion. [color=#ac5847]"You have a horse?" She inquired excitedly, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. She had only ever seen a horse but once, her father having lifted her upon it with concealed strength and holding the reins as he guided her down a path, singing some old Latin song to her. She wondered if Hazel would ever let her ride her horse- oh, she certainly hoped so! It had been so long, too long!
But just as the horse had stolen her attention from Hazel's name, Hazel's room stole her attention away from Arion. She first found herself transfixed by the odd crack in the room, a centerpiece in Feyre's eyes though she doubted it was the other girl's intention. She resisted the urge to crouch down and trace it with an outstretched palm, instead fixating her gaze upon the bed that Hazel had just sat down on. "Make yourself at home,"- she planned to! It was so warm and clean here that Feyre couldn't help but feel immediately comforted, especially as she sat down in the open space on Hazel's bed, that grin not once wavering.
[color=#ac5847]"Alright, make my hair not a mess!" She giggled before carefully taking off her hat and unwrapping the bandanna, the poof of black curls springing to life.
Feyre seemingly returned to reality upon hearing the compliment, cheeks burning red (though she couldn't help but agree). Her names had always been a subject of fascination to the witches. Feyre was one that held within it a great deal of power and, in a way, was a nod to her long forgotten and powerful aunt. They reserved that name for special events, calling her Josephine at all other times lest they disturb some ancient balance that she didn't quite see. Here, she just went by either- both rolled off of the tongue easy enough. [color=#ac5847]"Thanks!" The young teen finally managed, hands raising as she spoke to adjust her pointed hat, the blue bandanna underneath revealed for a brief second, [color=#ac5847]"I like your name a lot."
She would have elaborated, would have confirmed that it fit her too, had she not been distracted by the mention of Arion. [color=#ac5847]"You have a horse?" She inquired excitedly, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. She had only ever seen a horse but once, her father having lifted her upon it with concealed strength and holding the reins as he guided her down a path, singing some old Latin song to her. She wondered if Hazel would ever let her ride her horse- oh, she certainly hoped so! It had been so long, too long!
But just as the horse had stolen her attention from Hazel's name, Hazel's room stole her attention away from Arion. She first found herself transfixed by the odd crack in the room, a centerpiece in Feyre's eyes though she doubted it was the other girl's intention. She resisted the urge to crouch down and trace it with an outstretched palm, instead fixating her gaze upon the bed that Hazel had just sat down on. "Make yourself at home,"- she planned to! It was so warm and clean here that Feyre couldn't help but feel immediately comforted, especially as she sat down in the open space on Hazel's bed, that grin not once wavering.
[color=#ac5847]"Alright, make my hair not a mess!" She giggled before carefully taking off her hat and unwrapping the bandanna, the poof of black curls springing to life.
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