The Race Is On // Crysta & Nod
Cherry lips curved upwards as turquoise eyes lifted to the sky. Would it be so bad to go above the tree tops? Just this once?
That was all the consideration Crysta could spare, and her eyebrows set in a determined stare. The foliage flew by in a blur and the deep scent of earth whispered through the pixie's wild hair. As she shop up to the sky, a train of blue glimmer followed her closely.
The second she passed the treelike, Crysta slowed and gazed around, eyes alight with wonder. Though, this new sense of freedom was short-lived and something large smacked into her and she was thrown off balance with a cry. It took a second for the young girl to regain her wits, and she hovered for a second, her head in her hands.
