Of Dust | Leanne & Xander
Continued from here.
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Xander pauses, almost having missed the bundle of white feathers tucked into the window seat. Itâs Leanne, heron Laguz and one of many who were invited to castle Krakenburg when its doors finally opened. Sheâs turned away from him and so far away from the main castle⊠Could she be crying?Â
His heart aches at the very idea. She seemed like such a gentle soul and Xander knew that even after Nohr became a safer place, the court was still certainly not somewhere to leave your guard down. Carefully, he approaches. âMiss Leanne? Is⊠everything alright?âÂ
He doesnât have much experience with soothing tears but heâs not about to ignore someone suffering if thereâs something he can do about it.
Long, golden curls cascaded down her back, only shifting with the slight twitches of her large, pearly wings. She was seated elegantly on a bench placed beside a window, her elbows resting against the windowsill, her hands holding her chin as she peered through the glass with bright, curious eyes. What a strange place this is. Leanne thought to herself, chuckling softly as she lifted her gaze to the darkened sky that hung around the castle. She had never been to a land that was never washed by sunlight. Nohr, was it? This nation deeply contrasted that of her home, the Serenes Forest, which thrived on the warmth of the sun. While the lack of colorful flowers was hardly to her liking, she found the dark sky above beautiful, in its own way.
She watched as a bird darted past the window, flapping off into some unknown distance she was unable to trace. Curiosity overwhelmed her. She shifted her arms, reaching for the bottom of the sill. Surely it couldnât hurt to open the window? With that, Leanne pushed the window upward. However, it was clear that the window had been hardly opened at all, as a cloud of dust spread directly into her face. She jerked her head back, coughing once or twice before her eyes began to water. A speck far too big dug into her eye, immediately causing irritation and discomfort. Tears bubbled in her eyes and ran down her face. With her dainty fingers, she attempted to brush the dust from her eyes, only to worsen the irritation. She jumped, startled as she heard a voice.
âMiss Leanne? Is⊠everything alright?â
A person? Through blurred vision, she took notice of a man, far taller than she. He was wearing dark-colored clothing and vaguely, she swears they had been introduced to one another, but she couldnât remember his name. Pursing her lips, she processed the modern tongue carefully, attempting to understand him with her limited knowledge of the language. After a few moments, she finally spoke.
âUm...no. Hurts. It hurts.â She answered, her language broken and uncertain, carrying a heavy accent.















