[m] [aw] up in the north

Linquilea de la Rosesangl · 06-19-2012, 08:17 AM

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Certainly! Smile Lea's not particularly fond of traders, it'll be interesting. WC: 501

What little the woman could feel, she felt right now - staring at the girl, alone in the falling dark, reminded Linquilea painfully of her daughter. Kora would have been grown now, a proud and beautiful wolfess ranked in Etienne. She would have been commanding, like her mother, and personable, like her father. She would have grown up among family and friends, if the world liked to play kindly with its subjects. She and her brother would have had the most wonderful life, and they would have been together. Perhaps there would have been more siblings, smatterings of gold and sable and everything in between. It would have been a life led on four paws without the knowledge that the world was entirely wrong. It would have been a life worth leading. Linquilea wished she could have given her daughter that. Instead, she had failed - and quite miserably.

She drank in the sight of this young girl, and in some recess of her mind she knew that the similarities between she and Kora ended at the darkness of her fur. This girl's pale eyes were strange, and perhaps a shade unsettling - Linquilea had never seen something like that before, though she did not comment on it. But still, the pale violet seemed to know more than it should - perhaps it was the strangeness of the color, but the dark Queen felt slightly exposed underneath such a strange stare. Golden, browns, and the occasional blue made up Linquilea's spectrum of knowledge when it came to eyes. This was different. This was unsettling. Perhaps this girl was some sort of shade, sent to her from Kora as some sort of message. Yes, that would be an acceptable answer. She could live with that.

But she did not allow herself to shift physically, if not for the movement of her golden eyes around the girl's smaller form. Much smaller, actually - but Linquilea was used to such a reality. Your mama Siv might not be so happy to know you have run into someone like me - the night hides my kind too well from girls like you, she whispered, voice lacking any kind of malice. Instead, she merely spoke facts; she did hide in the dark, cloaked in its familiar and camouflaging embrace. She was at her most dangerous in this manner - having nearly perfected the art of moving silently, Linquilea became more snakelike than ever. But she was vulnerable, though she hid it well, and would not lay a hand upon the girl except to discern her from smoke and reality. Tell me, child, what is your name? I have not seen eyes like yours before... Linquilea's voice trailed off as she took a step closer to the child, stepping in a moon beam that cast a silvery glow across her massive body. She still remained partially in shadow, however, and looked to be some sort of broken image. The night did strange things to women like her.

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