@avaisle — continued.
𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, for someone who’s just leapt of a tree to scare the remnants of a soul from a spirit’s form. ahri is a full fit of tittering giggles, melodic and bright, like the chime of a morning bell at the cusp of dawn as the gleaming sun in its watercolor hues of soft oranges, purples, reds, and blues, much like the ones she carries as she guides those lost, wandering souls. she is as unpredictable as they are, in all of her whimsy and . . . perhaps an occasional slip of impulse. she can’t help it, it’s just too tempting to toy with people !
“ oh, come on, sett, don’t sound too disappointed to see me. i think your mother would find me perfectly well - mannered. besides, i’ll greet you normally when you start using my name. ” ahri’s voice is full of perky cheek, and a smile blooms over the breadth of plush lips. she makes no attempt to slip off from his back, clinging tight like a spider monkey. “ mm, if you go about a mile to the west, i think there’s someone wandering a little too far into the woods. ” she’ll bite. a part of her is curious to see where this goes.
