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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Posted on September 5, 2015 at 04:19:46 AM by Cordelia
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Once in a while we will find, the sound of your heart beats with mine, and when it's time I'll leave the ocean behind... Cordelia couldn't seem to wipe the infectious smile from her delicate face. This stranger already seemed to like her! He was smiling too, and they had barely just met. What luck! Maybe they would be friends! She could hardly tear her eyes away from the strangely iridescent ones in front of her, but eventually she had to when her companion opened his mouth to speak. As the new male's words broke her trance she took the opportunity to really look at him. He was pale as freshly fallen snow, and rather fit indeed. She hoped not to make him mad. I certainly would not win the fight if it came down to - wait, a cut? On my forehead? What cut? Delia wondered frantically as her smile fell instantly. Great, just great. He had already seen her slip up - literally - and now she was injured to boot? Could this get any worse? So much for a good first impression... she figured she'd blown it again until she heard him speak once more. His tone was so kind. He wasn't freaked out, he was going to help her. A shy grin started to find it's way back to her face as she realized that she was merely overthinking again. Her new friend wasn't leaving for good, he was simply going to fetch the necessary medical supplies. Cordelia couldn't believe her luck as she complied and trotted happily to the riverside. When the boy returned she sat still as a stone and let him work. He dabbed above her eye with some scratchy moss and Delia had to stamp down a giggle - it tickled. As he worked he began to talk again, words muffled around the moss in his mouth. Pierce. What a lovely name. It's very nice to meet you, sir Pierce. Delia replied with a small, shaky laugh. She let his name roll around tongue a few times, tasting it as if it were a sweet delicacy. She decided that it was a fun name, albeit rather manly. It sounded like the name of someone important. Her new friend, Pierce, began to crush some plants into a paste. He lifted a paw and smeared some onto her brow line. Delia sighed a little. It stung, yes, but he was being so gentle. She couldn't believe it. Her cheeks began to heat up at the thought but thankfully his soothing voice distracted her and regained her attention. Spring Grounds, eh? I've heard of them, but I've never been there. Not everything I heard was good so I kept my distance... I can't fight worth a squirrel's acorn. I'm only good for swimming and fishing. She rambled on. Something about his presence made Delia want to tell Pierce everything. Her whole story. She wanted him to know every little detail. Especially when he called her Miss Cordelia like that. She flushed again. What was he doing to her? Miss Cordelia. I like the sound of that... The tan ess mumbled under her breath as her smile grew. Me? I live here! At the falls! A few miles up the river thataway, in the direction I was coming from when I fell flat on my face. She replied simply but with a certain air of pride. She had made a home for herself, and it was one of her greatest accomplishments in life thus far. When Pierce stepped away Delia felt a loss of something, but she didn't know what. Her caramel colored auds fell back onto her skull. Perhaps when he moved back a chill blew in, and she was merely missing his warmth? She certainly didn't miss his closeness... did she? No. They had just met after all. Maybe it was a faulty herb in the healing mash, or perhaps brain damage from her tumble down the falls, but what ever the cause a sudden boldness took over the sandy hued girl. Her small frame rose from where she sat and she took a step closer to the ghostly soldier across from her. Thank you, sir Pierce. She spoke, her voice soft and genuine. She was very appreciative of his willingness to help her - a complete stranger - with a simple injury when others would likely tell her to 'rub some dirt in it.' Another timid step led Delia to her desired destination. She reached her face up and nuzzled Pierce under his jaw, her neck gliding sweetly across his. Something inside her clicked and she sighed lightly. Delia felt more at home here than in the little den she had spent the last two years in. Silently she hoped, really hoped, that Pierce would be the one who finally stuck around. Cordelia x Damsel x 4 Years x No Lover x No Legacy x No Alliance Puppet of Morgin Kharress@gmail.com
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Replies:
- I miss calling you m i n e - By Pierce September 6, 2015 at 00:20:20 AM
I'll Leave the Ocean Behind - By Cordelia September 13, 2015 at 08:09:17 PM
I miss calling you m i n e - By Pierce September 14, 2015 at 00:37:27 AM
and I will sail in your eyes - By Cordelia September 22, 2015 at 02:41:24 PM
I miss calling you m i n e - By Pierce September 23, 2015 at 05:30:22 PM
I'll Leave the Ocean Behind - By Cordelia October 8, 2015 at 02:40:07 PM
I miss calling you m i n e - By Pierce October 12, 2015 at 05:59:08 PM
I'll Leave the Ocean Behind - By Cordelia November 11, 2015 at 10:59:56 PM
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