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Posted on December 13, 2013 at 10:13:39 PM by ar.cadia
If ever you've felt it, that moment where your existence just touches, even slightly, to that of another, then you know what this moment is like for me. I can just feel the presence of one, closer than others, to where I stand. I dare not peel my eyes away from the scenery before me, the softly stirring branches and brambles midnight green in the distant starlight that comes from afar to alight upon their leafy coverage. Go. I can hear him say, as though speaking to my mind, yet another confirmation that it is expected of me to protect my friend now that he has shared his secret with me. And a draconian friend, at that, it's an honor I don't take lightly. Focusing again on the pressing feeling of fae kin in close vicinity, the call reaches to my ears. Hello? is someone there?
Slight shivers run up my back, causing my spine to straighten in response to the natural inclination to back off. I've half a mind to turn back yet, but that is merely an unfounded fear of rejection long held in the back of my mind. The very back now, where I venture naught any more. Gathering my wits against the shivers, fingers gently readjust the cloak's head atop my own, just another small line of support. Curiosity never hurt anybody, right? With that thought, the fears run back toward the back of my mind once more, and nimbly I press foliage away from before my eyes.
Looking through my small peephole, I see what looks to be a young man in what appears to be fine clothing, himself, wearing an air of general merriment and buoyancy. Should I feel any sort of fear toward such as this? With a smile upon my lips, eyes practically shining in the night, a soft word escapes my tongue in playful tone.
"Perhaps."
The lights are a little more visible now, and perhaps it's merely that they shine in my eyes, but in the shimmer of night air lit up by tiny miracles of creation, the surreality of the night has come again full circle in my mind. And, oh, but my mind plays tricks on me, though I see myself easily able to step from these shadows without a care to join the fray of guests at a party I never realized I was even invited to attend. Thus am I slightly of a mind to do just that- step forth, introduce myself into this land by way of whatsoever party this is. Slightly. Rather, though, for a moment? My face is framed in deep viridian, sky blue eyes set against a golden framed grin aimed at this young mister.
"Who might be asking?"
I could practically reach out and touch the fellow, tag him as though in a childhood game if I reached far enough, and yet, for now, my game is merely seeing what he's like to do at my greeting. Though, could one call the word "perhaps" such a greeting? For now, lest he's one of those stickler types that will lose interest in three seconds flat in mystique-driven moments, my name will come at a later point. However, he certainly doesn't seem too strict to enjoy a little sprightly fun to me.
a r c a d i a
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