Desreal: Today, perhaps.

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

There is only silence as Rowan watched Marshall for a long moment. Her golden eyes transfixed on his expression, as if his features were words written on a page. She was young, but there wasn’t much that could get past her even now. She’d had to grow up quickly, forsaking childhood. At Marshall’s words of acceptance, Rowan flashed him a rare smile. The sight of her upturned lips was stunning, but at the same time somehow devoid of true feeling. For the glimmer did not reach the gold in her eyes.

“Good.”

Such a simple statement, and yet the tone, the matter of fact expression said that if his response had been anything else, there would have been an entirely different outcome for the water stallion. This was Rowan forest; she had grown the very trees that blossomed around her. She takes a few steps towards Marshall, weaving around him. The heat of her body crawling along his skin, without physical contact. Rowan did not touch others; it sullied the balance of nature within her.

“You are mistaken Marshall. I was not born with my element, it bore me.”

She does not add that she knows this because she awoke alone as a child, and the forest had kept her safe. It has nursed her through her younger years, and had claimed her as their daughter. Rowan does not tell her story to anyone, but the woods sing of it. You only had to know how to listen.

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Slv. Zakr x Ap. Aian | Earth III