(( Open for those that have come in interaction with the Valendria witch ))
Solitaire. It was so often the nature of her. Never let any too close never let them in. Had all the time away from Rhy'din changed that for the Valendria witch?
Before it had been easy to shield and hold those walls to restrain and keep control over a handful of those gifts that she possessed. The empath traces prior had made it ever easy to find one to warm the bed of a lonely witch. Plucking those emotions of the ones about her to use to her advantage or to use against them.
Strange to realize how her past once was. Fingertips pushed through twilight and darkness as she looked out at the forest around her even as she still sat tucked near the thick trunk of an aged tree. Once she had taken what she wanted from the world and never gave back to it. Did as she desired without question or concern of the results.
This perhaps might have been karma. To leave her between, so close to dying only a few days ago had opened her eyes. Made her see far more then ever she realized. She felt as if she was ensnared in walking the balance, not quite there or here... but somewhere between.
It was in that presence of existence that she had found her way back to the Inn. The Valendria witch found that perhaps it would be better to exist on a solitaire path and karma had a different theory on that all together.
The Valendria witch rested her chin on her knees, staring into the thick, lush, wild beauty of the forest which had become her resting place as she thought on the delicate one, Sera and the hawk born male that seemed to see her and see through her.
Both of them unnerved her in their own little ways, oh they saw so much. So much revealed in the dark mirror eyes of a delicate creature and reflections in winged pins.
Was it a risk for them to walk that path with her? Was she putting them in danger by the simple knowledge of her.
Head tipped back, those black diamonds closed and she breathed in. The wild nature of the woods, the witch ever listened to the whispers of the feathered ones... and for once... it seemed they listened once to her own whispers in return.
Solitaire. It was so often the nature of her. Never let any too close never let them in. Had all the time away from Rhy'din changed that for the Valendria witch?
Before it had been easy to shield and hold those walls to restrain and keep control over a handful of those gifts that she possessed. The empath traces prior had made it ever easy to find one to warm the bed of a lonely witch. Plucking those emotions of the ones about her to use to her advantage or to use against them.
Strange to realize how her past once was. Fingertips pushed through twilight and darkness as she looked out at the forest around her even as she still sat tucked near the thick trunk of an aged tree. Once she had taken what she wanted from the world and never gave back to it. Did as she desired without question or concern of the results.
This perhaps might have been karma. To leave her between, so close to dying only a few days ago had opened her eyes. Made her see far more then ever she realized. She felt as if she was ensnared in walking the balance, not quite there or here... but somewhere between.
It was in that presence of existence that she had found her way back to the Inn. The Valendria witch found that perhaps it would be better to exist on a solitaire path and karma had a different theory on that all together.
The Valendria witch rested her chin on her knees, staring into the thick, lush, wild beauty of the forest which had become her resting place as she thought on the delicate one, Sera and the hawk born male that seemed to see her and see through her.
Both of them unnerved her in their own little ways, oh they saw so much. So much revealed in the dark mirror eyes of a delicate creature and reflections in winged pins.
Was it a risk for them to walk that path with her? Was she putting them in danger by the simple knowledge of her.
Head tipped back, those black diamonds closed and she breathed in. The wild nature of the woods, the witch ever listened to the whispers of the feathered ones... and for once... it seemed they listened once to her own whispers in return.