At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.

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HOW COULD YOU BE SO NAIVE
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someone is watching, but the girl does not dare look up to see who. her hackles bristle in acknowledgment and the stiffening of her muscles is clear although it would be uncertain whether it is borne of the cold that is beginning to chill her to the bone, much to her distaste, or whether it is because she can feel eyes on her as clear as day. the sun breaks upon the horizon, throwing fierce yellows and oranges and magentas across the sky, and Sil does not look up to see that either. her eyes are firmly shut, and she wonders how long she must bear this discomfort. a soft exhale, long and low, a breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding, steals from her lips and she pulls herself away from the water, sloshing farther out until she's nearly to the bank.

but then she pauses, with the water still rushing briskly along her slim legs, and her ear flicks towards where the voice is coming from. it isn't the sort of tone she's heard a male use to attract a girl to him---it's just smooth, and cold, and reminds her of ice. like what she'd smelled on the air just a few minutes earlier. Sil casts her gaze upwards, blinking resolutely when she catches sight of the regal male. he is magnificent at best and frightening at worst---he perches at the end of his stone as if he is a king and he is aware of this. hell, for all she knows that could be exactly what he is. his eyes are cold glass, obsidian, and they seem to stare right through her. his coat might have been pristine white, but she can't tell because of the blood that is laced in like something terrible spilled across snow. what she notices, though is the scars that ravage one side of his elegant muzzle, pulling his jowls into a permanent snarl. she is not afraid---it is only a scar, after all.

Sil's amber eyes are alight with apparent amusement. 'the only unfortunate souls i see are you and i,' she responds dryly, and there is no melody, only a basic femininity in her husky voice. if he is offended, it doesn't seem like Sil will care; she never does.

sil;
how could you be so naive?
not even death could save you from me
i tried and tried to show you the light
you could have saved a life.


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