07-28-2020, 03:12 AM
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Once there had seemed a time such was merely titles bestowed with the jovial air of amusement - and indeed it was, pleasant the absent shape of noche as it formed upon her lips - yet time had made it more. For how she had come to allow her prior experiences to shape the malleable presence of what simply made her as she was, worn upon skin some, a constant him. Or, at the least, he had been for a time.
Gentle the manner wings stirred the still air, from where once they lay rested against back briefly exposing their full span, pleasure arising in the short sigh seeping through closed teeth. Of late she had been somewhat preoccupied, between the re-emergence of Trygve and the slow process of cleaning the abandoned hut she had taken for her own within short supply was time her own. Again were wings drawn comfortably into their resting place, a break from her prior tasks a pleasant notion she may indulge for a time.
The interpretation of her walk arose all the sooner than she may have cared for, prior ideas of visiting the small selection of merchants that at times visited the archipelago postponed for a time. At the least familiar the voice that beckoned others forth, upon her pale visage worn a bright smile, a rare occurrence though readily was it given to Trygve. "It is good to see you finally got out of bed, Mr Sleepyhead." Teasing the lilt to voice, shaky grown her smile as to other did she turn.
Of the various teenagers had Eulia heard, the pleasure of acquaintance had been made with only a select few, however. A stranger this one, though her manner of speech reminded the beta well of a few others. "Hello there, I don't believe we have met. I'm Eulia, this big fools sister. And I believe I heard you were planning on a game." Once more did attention turn to Trygve, quzzical the look that overcame her, the implications of the empty bottle one that missed her entirely.
Once there had seemed a time such was merely titles bestowed with the jovial air of amusement - and indeed it was, pleasant the absent shape of noche as it formed upon her lips - yet time had made it more. For how she had come to allow her prior experiences to shape the malleable presence of what simply made her as she was, worn upon skin some, a constant him. Or, at the least, he had been for a time.
Gentle the manner wings stirred the still air, from where once they lay rested against back briefly exposing their full span, pleasure arising in the short sigh seeping through closed teeth. Of late she had been somewhat preoccupied, between the re-emergence of Trygve and the slow process of cleaning the abandoned hut she had taken for her own within short supply was time her own. Again were wings drawn comfortably into their resting place, a break from her prior tasks a pleasant notion she may indulge for a time.
The interpretation of her walk arose all the sooner than she may have cared for, prior ideas of visiting the small selection of merchants that at times visited the archipelago postponed for a time. At the least familiar the voice that beckoned others forth, upon her pale visage worn a bright smile, a rare occurrence though readily was it given to Trygve. "It is good to see you finally got out of bed, Mr Sleepyhead." Teasing the lilt to voice, shaky grown her smile as to other did she turn.
Of the various teenagers had Eulia heard, the pleasure of acquaintance had been made with only a select few, however. A stranger this one, though her manner of speech reminded the beta well of a few others. "Hello there, I don't believe we have met. I'm Eulia, this big fools sister. And I believe I heard you were planning on a game." Once more did attention turn to Trygve, quzzical the look that overcame her, the implications of the empty bottle one that missed her entirely.