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China Rose Lykoi · 02-18-2011, 10:39 AM

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His warm palm - fake warmth, for if she was to be the pale sunlight then he was the shadows, the dark feathers shapes that rustled in one's haunted peripheral vision - met her own without hesitation. He spoiled her with his attentions, so withheld from any other, and she lapped it up with the ungrateful joy of one who is unaware of the rareness they possess. The second gold fingers had entwined with blushing tan, the girl had pulled him to his feet, and headed towards the forest.

Trees closed in around them - grasping branches that lunged in slow death for the high, cold sun, and evergreen pines that stubbornly refused to succumb to winter's bitter breath. The earthmother had made each for a purpose, and come spring, the dead trees would burst back into life. It was the cycle that China so adored, this continual balance of new life that filled her world with so much beauty, so much wonder. Death was an aspect of that, and perhaps it was strange that the girl saw natural death as a beautiful thing, also.

Into the silent white and withered green she took the boy. The sound of her laughter echoed bleakly throughout the cold land, but her eyes were summerblue and they laughed back at him. He looked so strange in this place; so ill fit to the mortal land, what with his golden pelt and deep blood eyes. They were royalty, blueblood - But China was of the forest, and the forest was of China, and that was how it would always be. Itachi was of something more than that.

A few times, she released his hand and melted into the trees; the sound of her laughter would guide him on, and she would return always to grasp his golden palm. Her feet trod a fresh path in the snow, but it seemed the girl knew where she was going; it seemed as though she was the forest, mysterious and beautiful, and she toyed with the handsome intruder lost in her midst.

At last, his palm warm within her own, the girl stopped. Her laughter was carried away on the faintest of breezes. The silence became stillness, and cerulean gaze warmed to him a moment, that secretive smile still curved about the sylph's maw. Before them was a pine tree - A huge trunk, an armspan wide. It was a giant of this forest, and its branches had survived a hundred winters just like this one. It would remain long after his and her bones were bleached in the soil of this world. It was a god to their mortality.

China gazed at it with such loving eyes - Her free palm was held up to rest against the aged wood, as though feeling for a pulse in the silence. Then, releasing Itachi to his own will, she moved about the base of the tree, searching the white snow- "Ah!" A relieved chirp. The girl ushered to her companion, before crouching low in the snow. Her hands scuffled at the white powder, pushing into the deep layer, and before long a delighted sigh spilled from blushing maw. "Look..." In her palms was sunshine, bright and gold, hidden away beneath winter's cold grasp. The Winter Aconites, although small, were a merry bright yellow. Like hidden treasure they peered from the dead ground, seeking a sunlight that had before been stolen by the ice.

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