the starwind blew right through me Posted on March 4, 2026 at 07:53:20 PM by Zestial
Guilt had begun to touch her face— ripples of emotion like the tenderest of brush strokes— when the sound of a nickering voice jarred the young maiden from the swill of revery and turmoil. It dawned on her subsequently that it was a boy. A boy? Ears tipped with an amber sheen twisted toward him first, and then she did as well. It shouldn't have been so easy for Zestial— a grand-daughter of Vvanderfell’s— to get swept up in something as pedestrian and as fleeting as a smile, and yet.. A grin, tentative and unassuming in her naivety, spreads across the girl's face. The moon reflecting the sun.
“It is,” Zestial admits freely; all worry banished in the rush of her excitement. (Who was he? What was his name? Why did he come over?) Her eyes, a dark and clear hazel, sweep back up to the falls when he glances that way— both to recommit the sight to memory aaaaand to school her features into something more “cool” than a common girl’s blush. She has just managed to do so when his eyes find her again.
“There are!” Z clarifies, excited to share something with this new boy, handsome boy that he is. “They just aren't as..” Her voice trails, struggling to find the right word to accurately compare the smaller, arguably less magnificent water features of her home in the north with the statuesque display of nature's beauty before them. She settles for something small so that she doesn't risk fumbling in front of him: “Big.” (Why was he talking to her??)