Sunny Sleep (OPEN)

"It's better than boredom, and better than the battlefield." She said, and her tattooed hand subconsciously went to her throat, where three sets of claws marks went from the middle of her throat, to her shoulder. She gave a light shiver, almost not noticeable. The scars were much cooler than the rest of her slightly-above-normal skin temperature.

"But I am simply talking to you because I haven't bothered to learn anyone's name and I'm bored as rutting hell."

Willow deemed that the woman has been through dangerous action. She studied the scar, finding it's placement particular. Must've been hard to survive that. Or not, she didn't know how Faes worked.

Willow could relate with knowing nobody's name. Bored? No. Willow tends to not last in conversations, always ending up with the other person getting extremely pissy or walking away. So, for Willow, it was quite a new prospect for someone to last this long. Or at least not to bite her head off. She stayed quiet for a bit. Thinking. A minute passed and she looked up at the Fae.

Willow pushed off gently from the willow tree, and slowly walked towards Fira. She stopped a foot away and offered a hand. "Anisha, Willow," She glanced back at the tree, "Ironically."

She took the colder hand, her own warmer one holding it and giving it a firm shake. "Fira Luella, which it itself is quite ironic since Fira means fire in the old language." She said, giving her a slight grin.

"And if your wondering what's with the scar, just let me say I've seen the battlefield before."

Willow cringed inwardly from the warmth of Fira's hand. She let go after shaking hands, and nodded towards Fira, not smiling back. Smiling takes too much effort, and Willow still wasn't the friendliest person around. She stepped back and she rolled her slump shoulders, stretching.

She tried hard not to stare at the scar, her mother taught her not to be rude. Well, Willlow obviously ignored some polite rules of her mother, judging by her remarks, but she tries. Willow would probably never be in a battle field, only duels. And Willow would prefer to keep it this way, having enough burn marks and scars from her sister.

"And I've seen the battlefield of nothing. My life isn't that exciting." Willow murmured, staring at the sky again. She wasn't quite sure what time it was, but she felt quite hungry. Dinner time perhaps. She turned to Fira again, and sighed.

"Do you know where they have food around here? I just came in today." She grumbled, her hunger winning over her pride.

"I'm afraid I must say the exact same. Though I should be able to follow the scent of yeast and spoiled meat to it." Fira said, and she ignored the eyes that lingered at the scars, as she was actually quiet used to it by now.

She had also retracted her hand, and she felt a twinge of surprise at how cold the hand was, though she let no evidence of it inter her face or any of her features.

"Shame that this place doesn't have any tour guides. Well, lead away Miss. Fira"

Willow motioned her hands over to the exit of the meadow. But then, hunger took over patience and she started briskly walking away from the Fae. Her legs were long and took large strides, but she still moved slowly. Willow's day has made her tired, and the fact she was also hungry did not help.

Willow didn't really want to question the near stranger. But her curiosity did, and she thought while walking, about how a Fae is a Fae. And how a Fae is a Fae. She would never ask. However, a handy Google search will be asked. Although, she'll probably encounter only mythology crap in an expensive book made up by some geeky author.

Willow stopped at the courtyard, and turned around. She stared at Fira, Willow's gaze as cold as always.

Fira let out a slightly long, exasperated sigh as she walked after her, her own strides quite long due to her height. She continued to walk after the girl, fast-walking more than anything, once she came to Willow's side she came to a complete stop, and she met the other's cold gaze, her own fiery, as usual.

"Now may I take the rutting lead, Miss. Willow?" She purred, before she kept walking, not giving willow a chance to respond.

Fira sniffed the air once, twice, three times, before she caught the scent of yeast, meat, and some type of vegetable. Disgusting, she absolutely despised such things. She changed her direction slightly to follow the smell of meat, vegetables, and bread. She did not look back to see if willow was following once, not concerned about her in the least, not yet anyways.

Willow pursed her lips, watching Fira stride away. She blinked once, and then followed. Her tired limbs groaned in protest when Willow tried to take the same pace as the Fae. Willow ignored the protest. She wanted food, and her body will eventually agree.

She watched Fira sniff the air, interested. Faes seem to have a good sense of smell. Something Willow lacks as a human. Well, kinda human. She changed direction, and Willow did too. She will get her needed food.

So, she quicker her pace. Her limbs were screaming in protest, but a wash of coolness swept down her body. Her body relaxed and Willow was able to walk side by side with Fira. She slowed down a bit so Fira was ahead by a few inches. Willow was breathing deeply in and out, slowly. Her eyes were leveled forwards, towards where they were walking to. She was concentrating on cooling down her aching body.

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