running with the wolves

❝Fantastically amazing,❞ Frost echoed, communicating how vexed she was by repeating the phrase incognito. ❝This is not something you can just teach,❞ she spoke, nearly exasperated by the audacity of the question. ❝Apologies, but I don’t think we are capable of teaching you something like this,❞ Winter added, sending her sister pleas to subdue her clear annoyance. ❝It isn’t all bad. We can choose to listen to everyone’s thoughts or choose not to.❞ She paused, a single eye beginning to lighten in color as she concentrated on Hazel’s thoughts, pictures of scaly wings, fire breathe, a reptile mother laying metallic eggs, and a kahleesi with silver hair burning a city to the ground on the back of a dragon flickered through their minds like a television whose channels were being changed over and over again. ❝Dragon eggs, huh?❞ Winter questioned with a sweet smile. 

“Oh,” A pout was briefly visible on the brunette’s features, as she was clearly disappointed by the answer. “My friend can read palms and she’s going to teach me how to do that.” She then happily announced. “I think it’s nice as long as you can choose when to use it. Hearing so many thoughts all the time sounds horrible. But if you can control it, it sounds very useful. Can you easily tell if people are lying to you?” Maybe she was asking too many questions, but she was too intrigued to be able to keep her mouth shut. Her eyes widened when her thoughts were voiced out loud and she nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! Oh my gosh, that’s amazing! Is it like-” She paused and lowered her voice. “Like a super power?”

C  //   FRIEND   ‌:    EISA.

         “    the aliens   ?   what,   are they watching us from outer space you think    ?    “   it was as much of a laugh as she may manage   ;   she heard the laugh from inside her mind too.   at least dorian appreciated that.   she pauses then,   thinking her words might have been   UNNECESSARY   .   she unfurled herself from the chair,   looking over the clothes that were strewn.   nothing was…   as particulary formal as she knew was expected.

it should be noted   ;   that alexandria liked being in this space.   despite the decorations were not to her   OWN    taste.   she found them welcoming,   still.    “    oh   -   i mean,   i don’t think i’m going to go.   “   she admits.

after her own   NEAR    BREAKDOWN    only a few days prior   ;   she had the sense to assume that too many people would be far too    NEGATIVE    on her body.   “   it’s a lot of people   -   you know.   i can get a little…   uncomfortable with that.   “   not alexandria   -   no,   the one who    SHARED   the body.

“   we could go shopping though   ?   or i could lend you one of my own dresses.   i’m sure i must have something that would fit the theme,   “   she offers a smile.   

“I’d think they have better things to do than watch us. Though I suppose watching Earth could also be entertaining. Do you think they are watching us?” Eisa replied, he expression completely serious as she looked over her clothes with a slight frown, trying not to let the defeat sound through in her voice. Her style was casual -- well, casual in her own way. Others might just describe it as odd. Stardust and herself had a habit of layering items of clothing, even if they didn’t seem to make sense together. But they encouraged each other’s fashion choices. It was what made the nymph such a wonderful roommate.

Her attention was pulled back towards her friend. “Do you want to go?” She wondered. “There is a difference between not wanting to go and thinking you cannot go.” The brunette pursed her lips. “I understand, though. It can get very scary to get out there. But, you see, with so many people, the chance of anyone paying much attention to you is very, very slim. Crowds are there to disappear in, even though they seem intimidating from afar. You see what I mean?”

Eisa paused, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “I am not trying to talk you into going, I want to make sure you make the decision that will make you the happiest. If it is fear that is holding you back, perhaps I can help you lessen that anxiety.”

Christ. He’d definitely caught a live one. How was it that Donnie could reel them in like this without even trying? It was an acquired skill, one he wished he did not have. He almost choked on a french fry when she unearthed rocks and flowers from her bag. Donnie could say that with his most recent encounters of late, his luck had run out. Unfortunately, that luck had never really been there to begin with. “Just wait until you hear about the ocean,” He answered, playing into the naivety. “And space. You would just not believe.”

Donnie’s eyes dropped to the coins in her hand which were caked with mud. Debris, he suspected, from the garden center she seemed to house in her bag.  His straw whistled as he drank, the sound hollow as he reached the end of his soda. “Get the strawberry. But before you go, what other things do the spirits say?” Donnie’s forearms came to rest atop of the table, and his head tilted. “Are they talking to you now? I’ll make up your change if you tell me.”

“I know about the ocean and space.” Eisa replied with a frown. “I have never heard of The Shire, however. Is it a well known place? I’m sorry.” She wasn’t entirely sure why the stranger appeared to be mocking her for such a simple question. Was it really so bad she didn’t know of this one place? “I have traveled a lot. Or, well, I’ve moved a lot and tried to travel. I like to explore, you see. Especially forests,” As if that wasn’t clear yet by the amount of souvenirs she had brought from her most recent trip into the woods. “I hope that one day I’ll find real fairies. One of my best friends is a nymph, you see? I think it would be nice if I could find her some little friends to talk to.”

The brunette was taken aback by the next question, her movements stilling momentarily. “You must think I’m mad. But I promise they’re here,” Her tone had shifted to a slightly more serious one. “I frankly don’t understand how other people can’t see them. They’re always there. Everywhere. What secrets do you wish to know from them? Although...” She paused, twirling a flower between her fingers. “They don’t like to be seen as messengers or oracles. I think they just want to be seen and heard. Like you and me, you know? But perhaps they will make a small exception for me, because I really want that milkshake.”

“Should I wear these?” Eisa questioned as she held up a pair of moss green ankle boots. “What’s the theme again? Something with space. Stars. We need stars.” The brunette’s bedroom looked like a bomb had exploded; clothes scattered all around as she’d been pulling them out of her disorganized closet and leaving them in disarray behind her. “I think the aliens would be offended if we wore anything too silly, don’t you think?”

It was important to note that the bedroom in question had already been messy to begin with -- various amulets, drawings and crystals hanging from the walls. Shelves with jars of ‘ingredients’ were lined up above a table full of candles, dried flowers and more crystals.

“Is this too short for a ball?” A black skirt decorated with gold stars was presented this time. “It probably is. It doesn’t even reach my knees. Argh, I thought dressing up would be fun, but finding something to wear is so hard.” A sigh fell from her lips and she briefly sat herself down on a small, unoccupied spot on her bed, just so she could look over her closet. Turning her head to her friend, she spoke again. “Do you know what you want to wear yet?”

she hadn’t a clue who the girl was talking to in the backseat. in fact, her head whipped around rather fast to make sure there wasn’t actually anyone there. after her eyes landed on a great big whopping set of nothing in the backseat of the Korean TV Drama van, they averted the gaze back to the other hero. as if to ask for an explanation. eyes lashes fluttered in complete confusion. she couldn’t help but to nervously whisper at the occurrence, “Is…” she shook her head, Eir had already stated that everything was okay, so she skimmed over to the next line of questioning, “Who… is Carl?”

and while, she wasn’t entirely sure they had any time for this– to sort out who Carl was or if she needed a reason behind why he was being ignored, she took a sigh before asking, “A-are you sure you’re up for this?” because what happened if Carl wouldn’t stay put, in the van? could the figment interfere the mission that lie ahead. she had to be certain. 

“I figure so long as we leave the back door open for easy access, we could load the equipment faster, yes” she nodded. “The side doors may be too much to work with, and with entry from the back, we could easily run in and secure our positions to drive away.” her eyes, stared at the glint of the light on the boat approaching, her own anxieties settling on that meeting point to the dock. the idea prevalent amongst most things, yes they must hurry.

“Oh, he’s my friend.” Eisa was quick to explain, her shoulders moving up in a shrugging motion. “Well, he kind of follows me around. Has been for years. Anywhere I go. It’s nice, though. To never be alone.” She rambled. “It’s only annoying when he doesn’t stop talking, you know? But, yeah, I’m ready. He won’t bother us.” The girl assured.

She gave another nod, indicating that seemed like a good idea. “Back door works. I don’t know how much we’re supposed to take with us, but hopefully it won’t be too heavy. If it is, we’ll just have to be really quiet. Like mice.” She smirked and quietly closed the door of the van. Though she had been a bit confused about the pairing of them, she could now understand why Silver Knight had picked them. They were small, quiet and didn’t see the need to cause more of a scene than necessary, like some other League members might have. They were the perfect team for a sneaky mission.

[CIRO SENT AN IMAGE]

CIRO: i just found this bird and i think its wing is broken. is this something you can fix??? it looks like it's hurting a lot

EISA: Goodness gracious!

EISA: I can absolutely help this poor creature.

The crinkles between his brows were deep ridges of confusion. This city was rife with certified weirdos, and lately, Donnie seemed to be attracting them in abundance. Did he have something written across his forehead? Like: Patience: please come and test it! “No,” He answered before swallowing a mouthful. “It’s just what you say when someones’ gawping.”

The back of Donnie’s hand swiped at his mouth. He didn’t believe in napkins; if he is on the path of making this place a little less shit, Donnie wasn’t about to contribute to the need for climate change. Or something like that. It was just another excellent excuse for his laziness.

His greasy fingertips gripped at the table as he dipped his head underneath to witness wiggly toes. Christ. “Are you lost on your way back to The Shire?” Donnie was visibly perplexed when he straightened. “Can’t think of any other reason why you’d be wandering around forests.” Unless, of course, drugs were involved. 

“Gawping?” Eisa echoed with a tilt of her head, before she let out a giggle. “You’re funny!” She concluded as she ran a hand through her hair and rummaged through her bag in search for something to tie it up with, dumping some flowers and rocks onto the table to make her search easier. “The Shire? I don’t know where that is, but I’m sure it’s a great place. I’ve seen lots of the world, but it still seems very big, you know? You can feel like you’ve been everywhere and only discovered maybe... five percent of the planet!”

Once she happened upon some crumpled up bills, she forgot about her previous search and instead gathered the money in her hands. “I wonder if they have milkshakes here. I really like the vanilla ones. Or perhaps strawberry. You know what would be even better? Vanilla milkshakes with strawberries.” A distant smile played on her lips. “The spirits say those are bad for me. Milkshakes. But we can try and keep it a secret, can’t we? I’ll pay for your food!” Her eyes wandered over the bills in her hand and she quietly counted them.

“Or... maybe not this time.”

Sara found herself glaring at the strange girl before her. Did she know what she was actually talking about – or was she some weirdo that spent too much time online? “No,” She ultimately scowled. “I don’t want to talk about it. What good is that supposed to do?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m dealing with it. Besides, I wouldn’t talk about it with someone I just met, anyway.”

Eisa pulled her shoulders up in a shrug. “Sometimes it’s easier to open up to strangers than those close to you.” She countered, her smile widening slightly. “I imagine it would be very liberating to be able to tell someone about your troubles, knowing you will never see them again. At least, it’s very unlikely in a city like this. In my hometown, everyone knew everybody, which was nice, but could also be very inconvenient.”

“…My what radiates what now?” Sara questioned. She’d heard of auras and spirits and vibes before, but she didn’t believe in any of that – nor was it every day that someone approached her and said that, either. Sara then glanced down as the other procured a piece of wood with carvings in it, but Sara shook her head at the offer. “My whole life is a negative energy, so I think if I touched that, I’d probably turn into dust on the spot.”

“Your aura radiates anger,” Eisa calmly repeated, a careful smile pulling at her lips. She was no stranger to angering people more with her babbling about candles, cards or crystals, but the voices encouraged her to keep speaking her mind. At least about those things. There were plenty of secrets she had to keep to herself. Secrets of the universe. “Do you want to talk about it?” She then asked with a slight tilt of her head, still awkwardly holding out the small token.