Have you ever felt a sudden warmth, like something good happening pulls your senses into a spiral and lands you in a sun-warmed pile of grasses and leaves? The feeling of a lazy, sweet day, where everything is comfortable and everything feels right? There are blips of that, filling my senses, and growing stronger and weaker and stronger again as though their owner is moving. For, surely, this feeling of such calm, such innocent warmth, isn't from a large group, or even a small group, but from a single individual. It brings the edge of a smile to my maw, though still the wet and freshening blades hang viride (fresh) from my lips. Chewing on the greens a mere moment as the dew slides down my throat, that warmth and its owner seem to be headed in my direction. I am graced with a pleasant company this day!
The youth brings himself closer, though obviously holding himself to social codes of politeness, and my ears perk softly, interested in any that could be so very calmed on the inside and yet present themselves with such nervous grace. Downing the vegetation before I embarrass myself by forgetting it and allowing it out of my mouth like falling rain, my eyes embrace his warm and curious gaze. Though he stopped short of my current position, I honestly would not mind if he chose to move closer, and thus I incline my head just a little to give him that very invitation in quiet mannerism.
"It helps clear out the systems, young sir."
A greater smile decorates my lip, and his innocence and pure curiosity strike me as being something that this world needs just a little more of. Even without knowing the boy just yet... I'm glad he's here. If not for but that simple fact, he can surely bring a little measure of happiness back into life itself. Chuckling lowly, I suppose I have forgotten myself in the urge to answer his inquiry.
"Please forgive, hello there. I am called Estelle, and yourself?"
Looking gently, amusedly, at his silvery form, the impression he gives of himself is certainly a complex one, yet all too familiar to myself. A little bit shy, perhaps, yet happily giddy at times I'm sure, and gentle as a supple sapling tree. Maybe my voice has reflected this, the pleasant feeling that he emanates and the gentle sunshine combining into a sort of congenial atmosphere that makes me feel quite at ease. Or maybe, maybe he sees me in somewhat the same way as I see he. An intriguing entity whose mystery is only beginning to unravel to the on-looker's senses.
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estelle · 11 years · angel · truly alone · lhx
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