Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on July 23, 2020 at 09:46:35 PM by Ayyüce
  Her vision grows darker and there are more explosions of light as the pain worsens, then lessens, and worsens once more. She can feel her balance waver as she stumbles forward a few steps. Her heart thunders in her chest as the pain slowly begins to subside. She does not realize she has an audience until his words filter through the pulsing pain. She wants to shrink back from him, to turn and flee into the hissing surf once again... but the pain it robs her of her flight and will to fight. A single lock of her onxy mane falls across her dark eyes. His words seem kind and offers a gift - a medicine woman and a profit. She raises her delicately chiseled head and tries to focus her eyes on him. He is merely a shadow against the brilliantly blue heavens and the epic greenery of this strange land. Her ears waver atop her crown - as she silently wishes she could chase him away, but a voice deep within her warns her of such blatant disrespect. She bites her lower lip and begins to nod her head numbly. "Bir tıp kadını mı?" her native tongue slips from her lips but when recognition does not flicker across his face. She clears her throat and tries once more. "A.a.aa medicine woman?" she asks. She is at the mercy of the land. The mercy of this stranger. She swallows the fear that rises up in her belly. Why does Kayra punish me? The question lingers in her thoughts until guilt and fear reminds her not to question the will of the gods. She drops her dark gaze to the earth beneath them once more as she gathers the strength to speak once more. The dull pound in her head reminds her that she is not well enough to swim. "I don't feel able to swim," she admits her weakness. She dares to take a step closer to him, his scent is familiar... warm, arid with a hint of salt. She winces as another fresh wave of pounding spreads across her forehead and she stumbles toward him on weak legs. She tries her best to not to collide with him. But it is too much to try to avoid him. She presses her crown into his solid shoulder while her head pounds, she closes her dark eyes and winces against the pain. "My many appologies arkadaş," she whispers. daughter of the sun & the moon |
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- ✧ swift, racing the four winds. - By a l d e b a r a n July 24, 2020 at 00:28:47 AM
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