Post by kevna on Sept 28, 2018 5:13:42 GMT -5
Siorreya - Candidate
The sun was drifting close to the horizon, pinks, reds, and oranges flying and swirling together.
"Like firelizards! Look at the sky and all the colors, soaring along in the horizon, playful and fun!" She squealed, one hand holding her leather soles, the other one eagerly patting at her friend's arm and then pointing out to the sunset. "They are sunlizards." The epitome popped into her head, and she shouted it all at once, hopping up and down. The sand between her toes flying as she did her little dance. She stopped suddenly as another darted through her head.
"Or is it a fireset?" She pondered out loud, tilting her head and shooting Mazarakru a coquettish glance through her lashes. Which was then promptly ruined by the cold breeze. It tossed her already wild hair into her face and she ended up giggling and spitting hair out of her mouth.
"Can you imagine all the firelizards just swirling around in the sky, having fun, dancing, playing, and the big gold orb, the sun, is the queen, directing them like a.. a what do you call it, director? Conductor? The musical leader.."
She looked at her freckled friend, playing dumb, but mostly trying to analyze him through her rambles and questions. She wanted to know everything about this young man, but didn't know how to ask the deep questions. What are the deep questions? She tried to think if she had ever asked anyone deep questions. Instead, she just talked, talked and waited for something deep to stem from the rambles. That could happen, right?
She continued to meander, or was she skipping? She was trying to contain her energy as they traversed along the beach, tossing her bright blue gaze between the 'fireset' and the cliff-side. She was supposed to be looking for possible caves where small firelizard clutches might reside, but man, the setting of the sun was distracting and the farther it fell the colder it was getting.
The tiny blonde spotted a small-ish log and ran over to grab it, and pulled it into her arms, displaying it with pride. "This is perfect for our fire on the beach, don't ya think Maz?"
tovaana