09-04-2016, 03:39 PM
Thrust from the surface of the river came a human girl, her body dripping with water like jewels. Mara, plopped in the grass, imagined a warm wind and the blades rippled accordingly beneath her fingers. But the wind died as soon as she cared about imagining it.
The girl was pretty, her smile playful. It warned the chilly caverns of Mara's heart, and the feeling snuggled to her chest like one of her pets.
"Hello,"
she replied to the dreamy greeting. "You are all wet."
Mara's pets often led her on trails to dreamers, wandering the dream. They would stalk them from the distance, circling and closing in on their prey like wild beasts on the hunt. Mara's mind turned inward, reaching for the call of her pets, but they loitered lazy and disinterested. Mara frowned. They always answered her call. How curious. She needed a closer inspection of the girl, and together craft a story to lure her pets near.
Mara's eyes slid low and she too was suddenly drenched with water. Her black hair pasted to her cheeks, the slip of her dress clung to the skin beneath, rendering it nearly invisible. Uncaring, oblivious, or both, she pushed to her feet and padded a soggy trail to the river.
Mara quirked a brow, the drips trailing off her chin like a watery beard.
She giggled and squat down to kneel on the bank, eventually sinking to her knees and sitting on her heels. "Are you another Mara?"
She asked, the inquisition benign and genuine.
The girl was pretty, her smile playful. It warned the chilly caverns of Mara's heart, and the feeling snuggled to her chest like one of her pets.
"Hello,"
she replied to the dreamy greeting. "You are all wet."
Mara's pets often led her on trails to dreamers, wandering the dream. They would stalk them from the distance, circling and closing in on their prey like wild beasts on the hunt. Mara's mind turned inward, reaching for the call of her pets, but they loitered lazy and disinterested. Mara frowned. They always answered her call. How curious. She needed a closer inspection of the girl, and together craft a story to lure her pets near.
Mara's eyes slid low and she too was suddenly drenched with water. Her black hair pasted to her cheeks, the slip of her dress clung to the skin beneath, rendering it nearly invisible. Uncaring, oblivious, or both, she pushed to her feet and padded a soggy trail to the river.
Mara quirked a brow, the drips trailing off her chin like a watery beard.
She giggled and squat down to kneel on the bank, eventually sinking to her knees and sitting on her heels. "Are you another Mara?"
She asked, the inquisition benign and genuine.
"Come, mistress"