It was raining. Pure, clean, simple rain. Cleansing. The girl couldn't help but wonder how much of her this rain could wash away. She was slight, a delicate little thing. But she was dark, and made to blend in. She was certainly not flashy, though her pretty eyes spoke volumes.
Most importantly, she was quick. She seemed to have an uncanny ability to move fluidly through strange, uneven, wet terrain. Below her lay Andarin, sprawling and green, but even as she neared the edges, she faltered, hesitated. Large open plains of grass really weren't her thing. So open, so vulnerable.. No. The girl would stick to the trees. Even in darkness she did not trust this unknown field.
There was simply no where to hide, out there. She knew better. She'd lived a life of cunning. Were something to come to meet her, she would have it on her own terms. Here, in the forest, where she could leave them behind if it so fit.
Though, in theory, she had nothing to worry about. She was nice enough, generally quiet. Her quick wit and sharp tongue, in theory, shouldn't be getting her into any trouble. But it was always best to be on guard.
m a g d a l e n a ;
for one chance, one kiss, one taste of you
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