When pale eyes met dark red, any doubt of going was soothed. To know he had came for her seems to settle whatever nerves that bubbled beneath the surface. The contact she greets him with is both becoming familiar and craved, the desire to wrap her little limbs and body around his larger frame cannot be denied. An instinctual plea that her heart craved. Content at his side, sighing softly. A tickling at her ears causes them to flicker from the soft touch of his nose between them. A blissful grin on her lips at the gesture, pleased beyond measure at his choice of greeting. As she happily follows him to the river, never allowing a sliver of space between them. Once there, they are content in the quiet. Merely leaning on one another for words were not needed with such contact. Pale eyes watching the kiss of morning light just barely breaching the peaks, as the others soon arrive and the journey begins
After crossing the borders, she fixated on the quiet beauty that surrounds her, the subtle nature of Iromar such a drastic change from the bold lands of Spirane. The comforting warmth and presence of the one at her side allows her pale eyes to openly stare in awe at what she finds, knowing she is safe to do so. At the voice of Bastille do her eyes ventures towards the girl, a small smile on her lips as she watches the playful actions between her and Rhaegal. Until she feels a nudge and is drawn away from them, as her eyes follow his own without question and are consumed by the large feathered bird that waded in murky waters. Instantly does she perk, ears and tail standing high in excitement, as she steps bravely forward. Coming to rest with her hip at the side of his front leg, as if not to break the contact. Amazement sparkling in those pale green eyes as she admires the creature. At the deep tones of the dark prince does she finally pull herself away from the bird, looking back him and speaking of such beauty despite the differences. Curiously asking if it could sing like the mountain born birds. As she tilts her head innocently at the bird, wondering just what it's melody would sound like. So lost in the sight before her that she missed the scolding tones of Arthfael to Bastille and the warning of low laying alligators and swallowing sand. As a cheerful sigh escapes her lips, a gentle sound coaxing from her lips; quiet and soothing as if to somehow persuade the bird to sing.
At the abrupt sounds ahead, a slight whimper escapes her lips as she quickly scurries back and into the side of Drogon. Ears laced back in nervousness, thinking that her small sound had gotten them caught. Pale eyes looking between Drogon, to the others, and from where all the noise seemed to exist just ahead. A slight tremble in her limbs at the sounds of snarls and splashing water. Movement has her eyes pulling towards Rhaegal as he moves up the hill and she cannot stop the whimper at watching him grow closer to the commotion. Paws stepping forward despite her fear with the need to stop him or perhaps join him and make sure he was safe, for what lay beyond that could very well instill harm by the sounds of it. One by one she watches them all follow, wide eyes watching them disappear within the tall grass as she looks quickly looks to Drogon. Needing those eyes to soothe her fears, to calm the nerves that were running rampant. Only then does she move, softly treading and following while leaning so heavily into his side. At the shift by her side, pale eyes quickly look over watching as he is forced to crawl before the others due to his size. Briefly does she rub her head along his, a comforting gesture for both him and her.
Though her petite size does not warrant her to lower, she does so anyway as an extra precaution. The cream of her belly gliding along the muck and grass as she comes to rest with the others, side by side all lain out at the top. The savage sounds still wrecking below as it forces her ears to lower and her pale eyes to focus on the bodies of her group, not yet ready to witness what was to be seen. As she attempts to steady her pounding heart, seeking the comfort of the others and Drogon to remedy that. As a steady breath is expelled - finally does she turn her head head slowly, allowing pale eyes to show just what was causing all that noise within Iromar. A small gasp escapes her lips and she moves to rise among the grass; her small height never hindering the coverage of the foliage. Eyes fixated on the massive creature as she throws another wolf with her tail. Was this an alligator? Were they hunting it? A slight pang of sadness strikes her heart as the savage sounds of battle ring before them. As the wolves descend upon the deadly creature, she cannot help be feel torn; the need to ensure safety of the wolves along with the safety of the creature. But this was life, she knows she can do nothing. Just as she could do nothing when the bear took her father and uncle.
At that thought she is quick to lower back into the muck, head shifting to tuck itself away into the plush of dark fur at her side. Shielding her as ears lace back to block the sounds, rapid and heavy breaths expelling into his body as she nuzzles deeper in. For in this moment she is weak, vulnerable. Memories of the past coming to life with the sounds of the present as a low whimper escapes, so hushed as if not to drawn attention her way. For despite her pain she did not want to ruin this experience for the others or Drogon, the guilt she would feel in doing so would break her heart. So she just wraps herself into him quietly, fixating on the beat of his heart as she just breathes, hoping it would all be over soon.
you hold me in your hands
ONE - CRONE OF SPIRANE - SISTER OF SIX - IFRIT & EVERLYSE