
This time, though, this time was different. She was lying amongst the red heath, her head lifting from its crimson confines to spy Darragh, Ksyusha, and Eabha no doubt harassing someone she'd never seen before. He was burned by the flames of Rhys, a vision she almost envied as her eyes watched with stoic observation.
The girl couldn't contain her curiosity; the deity before her luring the girl in to see what he had to offer, despite the continued cawing of her sister. It was as he began to retreat that she hurried her feet. Such opportunities did not often arise to meet someone touched by the gods.
With curious eyes, she peered up with a raised brow.
I just tune them out, if it helps.she offered in quiet wisdom. Their battle-hardy mother encouraged their beastly behaviour after all.
While she may act more mature - in her opinion - Siobhan still had her childish tendencies. She still couldn't read a room, and seeing the confusion on the man's face did not deter her from asking questions. She was no better than the others.
You are a very... vibrant colour. Did Rhys bless your birth?