[JUNIPER !]

Sepris was enjoying himself more than he’d thought. The festivities were a welcomed surprise, so much so that he’d almost lost track of his entire reason for being here. Every so often he’d separate from the gathering to take the space necessary to keep his mind clear. He didn’t do this enough to know proper etiquette, somewhat insecure at the thought of others judging him for his wistfulness. The skull faced void found himself back to the clearing as nightfall hit, the lands lit up with fireflies and the gentle laughter of others ringing in his inky sonars. Sepris liked that sound, actually, more than that of silence and ire. He’d been separated from the hatefulness of his biological mother for so long yet… The fear was still sometimes all he had. Without Nelly around or the comfort of Omashu to take hold of him, he had only his own ability to cope.

It wasn’t much. Enough for him, though. Usually.

Sepris’ attention was pulled to her, standing apart from the rest of them, as he’d stepped aside to make way to refreshments the long way. His lupine eyes finding the flowers and vines first, a bright aura of gold seemingly ringing around her entire being. Her mane was supple waves of ochre and all of her was adorned in the foliage and flowers when he’d focused in, tail a dusted grey-blue and the rest of her sapphire. Straight from the Earth, mother Gaia herself. The void’s stride had slowed to almost nothing, finally slowing to a full stop with his skull marked face twisting to the side. Sepris tried to pull himself away from staring but he couldn’t, inevitably giving into the desire of approaching. He entered her vicinity at a wide angle, long spindle legs feeling weightless against the breeze. He kept himself low lying, ominous yellow eyes peering down at her with an ever growing curiosity.

I like your flowers, he told her quietly, a small smile rippling along his maw. May I join you?

into the forest
i will go
to lose my mind
and find my soul
— S E P R I S T I N E —

✦ F a e r i i e f o x ✦ & chrysanthemum !

[✦ F a e r i i e f o x ✦]

Chrysanthemum turned her head slightly at the sound of the soft, rasping voice, her golden eyes lifting from the patch of earth she’d been idly studying. The gentle hum of the festivities, the glow of fireflies, and the distant laughter all felt like they belonged to a world apart from her. She was in it, but not of it, her thoughts weighed down by a sadness she couldn’t shake. The figure approaching her seemed as out of place as she felt, though for different reasons. His tall, angular frame moved with a ghostly grace, his lupine yellow eyes glowing faintly in the low light. Her gaze lingered on the skull-like marking of his face—a haunting visage softened by the quiet curiosity in his eyes.

She didn’t react immediately to his words, her expression unreadable. Her flowers? She glanced briefly at the vines and blossoms woven into her mane, a small part of her surprised that someone had noticed, much less commented on them. Most who looked at her didn't really pay attention to those, but rather to her rather strange coat, or the personality she usually wore so obviously on the outside. Usually at least, not right now. She was still wondering where her grandfather was, and she had come here in the hopes that she'd catch a glimpse of him somewhere, or at least hear a rumour.

“You like them?” she asked, her voice quiet, tinged with a hint of happiness. Her eyes met his, the golden hues searching for something, though even she wasn’t sure what. There was a beat of silence before she nodded slightly. “You can join me, if you want,” she said, her tone measured, almost guarded. She shifted slightly, making space for him without stepping too far into his proximity.

“I made them myself,” she added after a moment, her tail swishing lightly over he hocks, making her feel the flowers and torns that decorated that as well. “The flowers, I mean. They remind me of who I am, and they make me happy."
She glanced at him again, this time with a flicker of curiosity. “Do you have something like that? Something that's important to you?”


tag; JUNIPER !
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credit for art - medilic