07-25-2020, 04:33 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Singular digit the tally of occasions they had been within close proximity to gates of stone, bore upon carved surface the grim mirth of false death, a single point of entry at times negated by the lapping tide. Among the dwindling few who drew a tentative breath laced with the salt of ocean the youth of ivory, a creature unfitting for such land, fair the skin beneath fine coat, but home had been crafted upon golden shores. Of late, however, abandoned their place among the populace, quiet the peace found in solitary walks.
Another conducted, the delicate patterning of broken illumination spilling across the silhouetted shade of crowning leaves where vision settled, slow and easy the tread taken. Yet dour the note of thought spun behind creased brow, the manner within which teeth worried along bleeding lower lip speaking louder than caged voice may ever be. Sharp the shift of cranium, broken the sigh that tumbled forth into a short life, annoyance present about its edges. Of no matter such ceaseless fretting, a mere circle they ran once more going over ground familiar and picked apart until nothing new may be found.
Brief the rise of chin, lilac depths grown puzzled as the light grew within strength a distance from their placement, the thinning of trees heralding their approach to the gates they knew poorly. Momentary did Eulia think upon finding a new path, working their slow way back to the beaches where the hushed lull of the ocean may quell their doubts, yet something pushed them forward. It may have been the recent influx of travellers that had sought refuge on their shores, or possibly some hint of the scent the stranger brought was caught upon a wayward breeze, of no consequence within that moment.
"Oh, uh hello…" uncertain the curl of a smile pulling back pale lips, brief the flicker of worry that crossed pale features, replaced by a faux confidence easily seen through. For a moment Eulia merely stood, gaze flicking between the stranger and the basket bearing the writhing reptiles he seemed focused upon, mouth opening and closing at irregular intervals. "Might I ask your name and business." Uneasily their wings opened and closed, brief little flicks of movement making apparent their nerves even as they looked to Devland with what they hoped was a stern expression.
Another conducted, the delicate patterning of broken illumination spilling across the silhouetted shade of crowning leaves where vision settled, slow and easy the tread taken. Yet dour the note of thought spun behind creased brow, the manner within which teeth worried along bleeding lower lip speaking louder than caged voice may ever be. Sharp the shift of cranium, broken the sigh that tumbled forth into a short life, annoyance present about its edges. Of no matter such ceaseless fretting, a mere circle they ran once more going over ground familiar and picked apart until nothing new may be found.
Brief the rise of chin, lilac depths grown puzzled as the light grew within strength a distance from their placement, the thinning of trees heralding their approach to the gates they knew poorly. Momentary did Eulia think upon finding a new path, working their slow way back to the beaches where the hushed lull of the ocean may quell their doubts, yet something pushed them forward. It may have been the recent influx of travellers that had sought refuge on their shores, or possibly some hint of the scent the stranger brought was caught upon a wayward breeze, of no consequence within that moment.
"Oh, uh hello…" uncertain the curl of a smile pulling back pale lips, brief the flicker of worry that crossed pale features, replaced by a faux confidence easily seen through. For a moment Eulia merely stood, gaze flicking between the stranger and the basket bearing the writhing reptiles he seemed focused upon, mouth opening and closing at irregular intervals. "Might I ask your name and business." Uneasily their wings opened and closed, brief little flicks of movement making apparent their nerves even as they looked to Devland with what they hoped was a stern expression.