Meadow

The ebony girl possesses many attributes that lend to the creation that is Bagheera. Confidence is included in her formula as well, yet there are a multitude of ingredients that the gods deemed acceptable to toss into the molten liquid before breathing the delicate essence of life into her lungs. The girl of midnight skin and almost eerie golden eyes may lack the years of the woman before her, but she was brought into wisdom by the cruel hand of circumstance before the passing of her first year. She too mourns the disappearance of those predestined by fate to be intertwined with catastrophes too painful to reminisce upon. Perhaps she and the woman presented before her have more in common than being chilled on this winter's day.

The specters of the unforgotten often cavort across the dreamscape of her imagination with an alarming regularity, paying no heed at her attempts to dispel their haunting images. Since these phantoms refuse their banishment to the ever darkening corners of her mind, she chooses to live in ignorance of their presence - or at the very least this is what she tells herself. The lengthening shadows of encroaching nightfall often encounter the mirror image of the normally congenial girl, twisting and reducing her likeness into an unrecognizable beast lamenting those that have fallen. Yet this is not the creature that you observe currently, and though the depth of her sorrow at times may challenge that of oceans, today the fathomless emptiness within is tucked away from any probing gaze.

She is perceptive, as one must if they wish for survival, and she cannot help but be overcome with the since of longing projected from the mare before her. Curiosity again tingles down her spine as she wonders once more about the reasoning behind the other's arrival. Finally lips part and the woman speaks, Bagheera's delicate ears pricking to intercept the sound. She chuckles softly at the other's adept perception of her current state of precipitation - she is indeed still rather damp. "The cold here be nothing compared to what ye would expect in me former home.". The words leave her own mouth gently, leaving behind an amused smirk. "Nevertheless, ye are out all alone, What adventures do ye seek?" Bright golden eyes twinkle almost mischievously at the prospect of a pastime to keep the demons at bay.