The sugar cookies Eve made actually look decent at first, but then she dumps a large lump of the frosting onto one of them. As if that wasn’t bad enough she adds an additional heap of sprinkles. “Wow! I love art.”
Saima pauses for a bit. At first the cookies looked fine enough but.. then the frosting, and then the sugar. Now, it was a whole lot. But at least Eve was having fun.
“I mean. As long as you enjoy getting creative with your baking.“
I’ve had them revisit some really dark memories which may have provoked some real strain and difficult on Saima’s end. I’ve put them through a lot emotionally actually in terms of trying to come to terms of dealing with the self and alienation that had been lurking in their characterization for so long.
My favorite thing about Saima’s appearance.. there’s a bit but I really like their eyes. They’re very bright and especially when they have the reverse coloring thing of blue-green background and white irises – it’s incredibly piercing. I just like the general not quite present vibe that they have at all times. It leaves an impression that many may not have the words to describe.
Favorite outfit – I’m really enjoying having them in casual sheath dresses with leggings, or when in jeans having long sweaters. I generally really delight in having Saima in layering outfits since it’s fun to experiment with details on their frame.
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If Enki was lucky, she would get to spend more time with this other person. She was fairly social and she never minded the company of someone new. It helped that they were fairly easy on the eyes. But Enki could say that about nearly anyone. Even so, she liked how they answered her. A regular grin coming onto her face.
“ Ohoho.. now you’re just flattering me, pretty. ” she winked, grinning still. “ So you liked my performance then ? Im glad to make it enjoyable for you. ”
Saima couldn’t help but chuckle at the response. It seems like what had already been an enjoyable evening was only going to get better from here. What more could they really ask for? “I’m just stating my humble opinion. Oh yeah, I definitely enjoy it. I love live music, I’m a sucker for that sort of thing. So the energy that you gave off in performing was delightful to experience.”Intoxicating even, in subtle ways.
Never had Hel met a spirit with such a strong presence. She could feel the age-old myths leaking through and the stories buzz into her brain. It felt like looking at a rather long book with all the chapters muddled and script crossed out and rewrote.
“Speak,” Hel asked, giving it a wide berth as her hands remained clutching the spokes of the wheelchair. “ You’ve impressed me. Don’t take that lightly – no one has ever lived up to my expectations.”
Encountering a unique presence was always an honor for Saima. Knowing who they were before was something to keep in mind – Hel was never one to suffer fools, that they knew for sure.
“As you wish. I do appreciate having made an impression on you. I go by Saima these days. I carry the mythos of Estonian stories throughout the ages- serving as an influence of tradition and magic even in the modern ages. But I’m also a restless one – never quite to stay still, always one to try different roles. So I’ve been on the move for all of my existence.” They were one with a complicated story, but that seemed to serve as the basic info for anyone to know.
The first minutes after sunrise found Lea lying on a grassy slope, slowly breathing in the crisp air and enjoying the grounding feeling of being corporeal once again. Her contentment was particularly pronounced because she was home – well, home in so much as a mist-based spirit could have a home. It had been a long time since she’d returned to her grave.
Sitting up and trailing her fingers through a last few fading tendrils of mist curling about her feet, she prepared to get on with the day, smoothing down the floaty, white skirt of her dress. Then she froze. A jarring, cool something curled through her, leaving her blinking as the sensation rolled down her spine. A full-bodied shiver took hold, skittering down her arms and into her legs until every hair was standing on end. As the feeling stabilise, she tilted her head.
“Did someone just walk over my grave?” she muttered to herself.
Plenty of humans walked over her grave, though, and it never felt quite like that. She peered down the little hill, out over the cluster of well-worn, overgrown graves, searching for a figure in the pale dawn. Whoever she was looking for, she imagined they weren’t human. Rising to her feet, she took a cautious step down the slope.
“Hello?” she called.
Sometimes Saima had been drawn to specific places out of a need to hide out away from civilization. And so they had begun lurking amongst overgrowalone n graves, such spaces being perfefct for them to take on their mythical form. Lounging in this area, they idly sung songs as they took in the view of the night sky from this location. If there was a word to describe the feeling, perhaps contentment would be the best candidate.
They felt like they would be alone at least for a little while. But their impression seemed off, if only for reasons that they couldn’t readily identify. Glancing back towards the slope, a figure coming down started to become more visible. Sitting up, they stretched for a bit before addressing the person coming towards them.
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