#c:tempest

Garth pulled himself out of the water, he was glad that this place had a salt water pool it made things way nicer for him the the chemical taste of chlorinated pools. He let himself drip for a moment before picking up the towel. “I didn’t expect to see you here” he said finally acknowledging the other person who was standing there.

“Do you dance?” Tempest asked the other woman. The ball was beginning to get dull for her. But there were a few people whose companies she didn’t mind in this small town. And Amara happened to be someone she respected. “I’m not asking you for a dance, by the way. It’s a genuine question.” Dancing was definitely not Tempest’s thing. 

There was a hesitant smile on her lips after she’d consumed the whole thing in a short amount of time. She turned to the other with wonder in her eyes. Ever since moving to this town she had experienced human kindness-- and yet she still found it hard to let her walls down. “Thank you for that generous gift. I do have to ask, how do I get my hands on more?”

There was a hint of a smile on her lips when she turned to the other. “Nasty isn’t a word I would use. Vile would be a much more fitting description. Although, only to those who deserve it.” Tempest shifted her body so that she was facing the other. “Have you come to confess your sins?”

“I can feel you staring at me,” her cold alto timbre coated her words, making it more icy than she ever would’ve intended. The dark fairy turned to look at the eyes that were boring into her skull, to find a very pleasant looking young lady who had the stars in her eyes just as they were on her dress. “Is there something I can help you with? Or something you may need to tell me?”