“I cannot make him but I can try to at least force him to wear one jewel tone for the sake of his poor sister’s happiness.” Lilli was just as good at delivering Catholic guilt as she was at feeling it.
“I guess. Good luck with trying that out.“ Somehow guilt felt more like a repulsive than a motivating tactic, but that was just Saima’s experiences coming through there.
“She’s all sparkles and pretty pastels. I like pretty pinks and pastels but I’m fairly certain they don’t look good on me. So all black it is! It’s sleek! And if I end up spilling my coffee on myself no one can tell!”
“Fair. Besides black works for many occasions. You can show up in black anywhere and always be fitting. If that’s not flexibility, I don’t really know what is. Nothing like being able to hide stains effectively.”
“My sister is forever disdained by the lack of color in my wardrobe. I’m also apparently the model of a popular bottom. But that’s beside the point.”
“Ah well, that’s her problem, not yours. But really your style is just fine – I don’t really get the point of commenting on style when no one really asked in the first place. ”
She’s has a soft blush on her cheeks, she giggles excitedly And place a soft kiss on the Tree.“And let’s hope he stays like that, with time I have seen so many go into silence. My sisters too went into their homes and never ever return. Please, old tree keep singing, this forest needs you.”Eurydice’s innocent gaze fall upon Saima’s frame.“Do you have stories? – I’ll love to hear them”
A nod of understanding – it was lovely to see someone who cared so much for nature. “Alas, I have seen that too many times as well. They usually have descendants that grow up – which is nice. But it’s still a loss, nonetheless.” The question causes them to smile.
“I have many stories really. For many years, I would roam among the forests – finding a home out here with the trees and the creatures. It was always places like these that brought me comfort in not really belonging to this world.“
She chuckled heartily, it was earthy and oddly human for a fairy queen. Though ‘Queen’ had never really suited her. Whatever power she had was deeper, warmer. “You needn’t be so formal,” Mab insisted. “My husband’s court is too small to stand on ceremony.”
Saima returns a small smile, one that’s a little embarrassed at first. “Hah, good to know Mab. I just wanted to be respectful upon first meeting you, that’s all.” It was better to err in a little more formality than to be rude – at least as far as they were concerned. “But it seems like a delightful court nonetheless.”
“Heh, guess so. It’s what drinking can be for though – asking weird and big questions.” Made such interactions entertaining, to say the least. Saima sips from their drink while listening to Kyle’s response. It made a whole lot of sense. “I mean you could go as weird as you wanted to. But being able to live as a human and mind your own business is the real dream. Nothing like being able to really and truly fuck off from it all.”
Atlas sat at the edge of the ocean, the water lapped at his feet warm and comforting in the way that nature often was. There was a fire in the distance, so far away it was but a dot of red and orange to him. He had left the celebrations hours ago when he realised that no one really held his interest. Turning his head again he watched a figure approaching, shimmering like a mirage. When they where close enough he leaned back squinting up at them in the fading light. “Come to join my party of one?”
Despite being around festivities, there were moments where Saima had to get away. If only for the sake of recollecting themselves, strolling alongside the water was a means of feeling more at ease. Listening to the waves roll in, they relished the way the ground felt beneath footsteps. Seeing that someone was sitting near the ocean, Saima slowed down a bit as they approached.
“If you’ll allow someone to join you, I’d be up for it.“
forest are all different even if mortals look at them like they were the same, Nymphs know the difference, they know every branch, every tree, every leaves. Eurydice place her hands upon the biggest tree in the wilderness and smiles as her fingers feel the life beating inside.“These one is old”she says and place her cheek against it “ but lively.”
There’s a character to every forest, something that Saima takes quite a bit of delight in. It keeps things so very interesting – makes every space a chance to explore. And being around someone who recognizes that is truly refreshing. “Oh certainly. That one has always had plenty to say, so many stories.”
A hand placed on the tree, there’s a feeling of recognition between Saima in the tree. “That one always wanted to be known as lively as well. ”
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