#prythian.start

she'd   read   about   it   in   a   book .   misting .   had   barely   read   the   entirety   of   the   sentence   before   her   mind   went   wandering .   the   fae   could   mist   things ,   people .   her   head   turns   at   the   sound   of   someone   entering   the   library ,   teeth   dig   into   pink   flesh   as   the   idea   crosses   her   mind .   with   as   much   aim   as   she   could   muster ,   cerys   sends   the   book   flying   in   the   other's   direction ,   waiting   in   excited   anticipation   for   it   to   dissolve   into   thin   air .   when   the   object   collides   with   the   other's   head ,   a   solid         THUNK   !         resonating   throughout   the   room ,   she's   sprinting   towards   them   with   a   certain   urgency .         ❛   oh ,   i'm   sorry   !   ❜         hands   pick   up   the   forgotten   book   before   delicately   pressing   against   their   head .         ❛   you   were   supposed   to   mist   it   !   ❜

 hurried footsteps echoed down the stone path as dawn rose across the continent, sound pausing for a brief moment as iona allowed herself to stretch out her exhausted limbs. the near silence was comforting, making up for the suffocating nature of the place they were forced to stay at the moment. training always grounded her, allowed her to center herself once more, and even here she refused to slack on it. and while the morning runs here hardly compared to ones in velaris, iona still found beauty in the little bits here and there. a satisfying pop sounded from her shoulders, letting out a choked groan at it, grimace on her lips. perhaps she'd neglected parts of her training more than she thought. the fae mentally tabled the concern for later, instead shifting her focus to the long empty stretch of path before her. sets her shoulders with a fierce determination, faint hint of a grin peeking at the corner of her mouth, and takes off sprinting down the stretch. imagines that she is sprinting on battlefield, racing toward an enemy to shove blade into their heart. her focus remains so intent that she does not see the other person turn the corner, at least not in time to stop her steps. iona attempts to regardless, skidding into the wall rather than them with a painful thump that lands her on her ass on the stone. " oh mother," she grunted, blinking up at the person above her, a bit dazed. " i apologize, i have yet to see anyone else out here this early." gingerly picks herself up off the ground, knee popping with a wince. 

“And if we are going to share this quiet sanctuary - then by all means - sit down.” Signalling with her glass, she gestured towards another armchair in the opposite corner, and then added in a low, smoky voice. “Do you know that there are rumours that this level of the mountain is haunted? Might want to be careful walking around these areas alone.” A low chuckle escaped her crimson lips, as they tugged upwards into a wide smirk. A challenge or a jest? Both words seemed to possess the same meaning for Seren. And she suspected this entire mountain was branded with a reputation for both the sacred and the otherworldly. The two often went hand in hand.