Desreal: That sounds painful...

adapt or perish;
now as ever;
is nature`s inexorable imperative;

Rowan stopped suddenly. Feeling his earth touching hers. It was such an odd sensation, that Rowan literally recoiled from him. Her golden eyes blazing with defiance and outrage. Then she seems to visibly soften, feels his earth reaching out with hers to mend the branch. She tilts her head and stares at him strangely for a moment. He is just a shadow, but this is of little consequence.

She moves forward, the moonlight now beginning to touch her softly. She is whiter than snow; with flowers the likes you have never seen woven into her mane. Vines coiled around her legs, and eyes that seemed to know far too much. She watches his expression, listens to his name in breath on the wind. Rowan then does something very odd; she smiles at him. And lo, what a beautiful thing it is.

Coming closer, the earth supports her, moving beneath her feet so no trace of her path is left. A ghost, a wraith of the forest. There is something odd about him, not much older than her, and yet he seemed…sad. Weary. Rowan was carefree. Young. As if that explained everything.

She can almost feel his heartbreak, as if it were a tangible thing. But she doesn’t know heartbreak, for she has known no one. No parents to show her how to love, how to care for someone else. So she doesn’t ask him, she doesn’t comfort. She remains aloof and distant. Watching rather than seeing. When she speaks her voice is soft, almost like a song. And the forest responds with her. The trees sway, the grass flutters, and the flowers bloom.

“I am Rowan.”

She says nothing else for she has nothing else to tell him. No title, no home, no parents on which to base a position of hierarchy. She is a true flower child, a wayward soul consumed by the woods. A forest nymph perhaps. Tantalizing but unattainable. But there is something different about this…Micah. Something very different indeed. You have her attention…let’s see if you can keep it. For she is like the wind, here one minute, gone the next.

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Slv. Zakr x Ap. Aian | Earth III