She stands there, watching him, observing him with a slight tilt of her head, finding no threads or traces around him to read his thoughts, his actions, the futures and pasts they connect to. He stands, as does she. And that is all there is.
"There simply is, was. We returned true magic to this world. I ensured its survival."
Her presence in the woods, pale and slightly wide-eyed, is reminiscent of a young doe. Taking in all around her as if it is brand new, but with a fragility that seems she might flee at the slightest upset.
But Nerium doesn't know this, as she hesitantly observes his palm. After a few moments she holds out a tentative palm and places it in his, still staring at their hands, uncertain as to what she is doing. "Yes, I believe that may be nice."
She longs for a brewed tea of her exotic herbs and fruits. But the manor is dangerous for those not most excelled in magiks - even to Nerium. She needs to call upon Leslie Parker. He can seal it. Ensure it is safe and she will find... somewhere else. A nice stone cottage. Perhaps she can entice him to build it in exchange for the return of his soul part. But for now... Nerium thinks Auryn's home might be a welcome reprieve.
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Date: 2015-05-21 09:32 pm (UTC)She stands there, watching him, observing him with a slight tilt of her head, finding no threads or traces around him to read his thoughts, his actions, the futures and pasts they connect to. He stands, as does she. And that is all there is.
"There simply is, was. We returned true magic to this world. I ensured its survival."
Her presence in the woods, pale and slightly wide-eyed, is reminiscent of a young doe. Taking in all around her as if it is brand new, but with a fragility that seems she might flee at the slightest upset.
But Nerium doesn't know this, as she hesitantly observes his palm. After a few moments she holds out a tentative palm and places it in his, still staring at their hands, uncertain as to what she is doing. "Yes, I believe that may be nice."
She longs for a brewed tea of her exotic herbs and fruits. But the manor is dangerous for those not most excelled in magiks - even to Nerium. She needs to call upon Leslie Parker. He can seal it. Ensure it is safe and she will find... somewhere else. A nice stone cottage. Perhaps she can entice him to build it in exchange for the return of his soul part. But for now... Nerium thinks Auryn's home might be a welcome reprieve.