iliana amaranth

She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular;

How that blond doe of a fae woman could hardly help that smile that bloomed vivaciously across her lips then. Her friend, how she garnered so much glee from that very sentiment she seems to cherish in those moments as if it had meant the whole world to her now. She felt a breeze caress the tips of her pointed ears, her hands quick to keep them buried within those silken pale locks, away from view. That statement not to cover them, how she hardly wanted that unwanted attention upon her. Iliana knew the cruelty of those humans and she was much too timid to stand up for herself, after all, it was much easier to hide what she was. Her ears had become something that needed to be hidden, after all her father had his cut off just from sheer hate of their species, he was lucky to be alive. Her ears became something she feared, something more than just gave her species away. It put a target on the lone fae's back. However, she seemed almost bewildered that he had met other fae's. she knew of the dark creatures that wandered the streets of Sacro and so far she had been quite adept at skirting around those unsavory types. Were's seemed to be her favourite out of all of them. "Will you tell me about them sometime?" She asks softly unable to hide that uncertainty, unsure if any kind of fairy was worth knowing at all.

Her eyes grew so wide right then, that silver near glowing with complete and utter shock even despite the lilt of his eager laughter. How could he laugh?? This was a serious matter! Love?? Muscles bites create....love??? Is that what happened with her mother and father? She touched his muscles and they fell in love? She gasps, drawing her hands to her mouth as though her whole world had suddenly had new meaning. The pinkish hue still kissing her cheeks as she squeaks her surprise. "I didn't know!" She stated behind those tightly pressed fingers, concealing her mouth, that potent incredulity drenching her every word. What a thought! That poor gullible little fae was entirely convinced that muscle bites were dangerous things and now more than ever. "I will be so careful not to touch anyone's muscles." She exclaimed, also quite relieved that Marcelo had shared this little sliver of truth with her. How terrible it could have been, he had saved her. "Thank you, I don't know what I would have done without you!" How she would have figured out the hard way if he hadn't, she needed to tell someone about this as soon as she could. Perhaps everyone needed to know.

How she began to drone on, feeling quite comfortable now with the strange half naked man. He had oddly calmed her worries of him, even though she could hardly help but still see that jackal he once was. Even then she hardly felt hungry for anything she still absolutely loved to eat enjoying that feeling of a full stomach even if she didn't need one. He exclaims he had a secret, how that very insistence made her perk up as she practically near glowed with eager anticipation. SECRETS? Now we was talking her language. He leans in and she was too eager with near childish excitement then. His declaration hardly seemed secret worthy but for his sake she seemed to act just as excited as she would have if he told her the sky was in fact purple and not blue! A slight frown stitched her brows together as those questions soon greeted her mind with a vengeance! He doesn't grow? What on earth does that mean? "Like me?" She inquires with a certain curiosity, her silvery multifaceted diamond eyes peer at him expectantly, perhaps even hopeful.

His admittance that he hated mushrooms has in turn caused a resolute gasping sound escape her. How could anyone hate mushrooms? They were wonderous, especially inside of cooked dishers, how certain she was of that truth too. She could hardly help her jaw as it hung there near helplessly, content to gape at him. Then again he ate injured rabbits so maybe his opinion mattered so very little. It was easy to blame his poor taste on preferring raw meat over all. Gross.

How bashful she felt as he kissed her hand, wary she was and yet that crimson kiss of her cheeks. How careful she was not to accidently touch his muscles in that process. That shy grin upon her rosy lips hardly faded as he spoke such wonderfully charming and friendly words. That promise seems to come easy to him, that sound of being called a fair lady made a soft giggle escape her, that sound lost within that sweeping wind.

How easily and excitedly she chatters to him, blabbing away like a songbird, after all, that's what silly friends did. The excitable fae talks about her blood then, how boring she was sure it was but everyone seemed to disagree with her. His words cause that blush again as she lifts her hand, her fingertips brushing across her cheeks, knowing she could feel the prickle of heat that soon bloomed from them. "HEY YOU DID that on purpose!" She declared accusatory then, that very blame was hardly one to stick or harmful. "Is it your superpower to make people blush?" How she could hardly understand the true reason why her cheeks reddened. Yet she didn't really need to, she was content to live in that oblivious state of innocence.

Jealous? Why would they be jealous? She could hardly understand such a thing and how unfriendly a notion it was, yet she believed him, there was simply no reason not to. He was her friend after all, he would never lie to her, she was sure of it. She felt it in her bones, if she could believe in anything, it was this. How gullible she was and yet she could hardly help it.

"You really are the silliest!" she declared so proudly. For she was quite proud of her newfound friend, she absolutely could not wait to tell Mr. Crow about it, if only he were here to meet him. He then claimed he conveniently stashed away some clothes, somewhere near by. She is happy to trail behind him as he looked, but her attention seemed to waiver as it so often did. It hardly took him long to find that hollowed out nook where his clothes were, fortunately. They weren't even damp! How amazed she was by this. She looked away as if trying to give him privacy, her eyes drawing out into the woods as though she were looking for something. It was only when he spoke that he obtained her fleeting attention again.

How did he look? She straightened and turned to face him once more. How he confidently stood then, the spitting image of someone who looked put together. Those pants were such an interesting shade! She liked that colour even though they made her think of sad things. "You look..." She paused as if assessing also while trying to find the words. Only instead, she found one, one word that summed him perfectly right now! "Dressed! Yay! Now, no one will be jealous of you." She declared utterly happily, clapping her hands together in excitement, near bouncing lightly upon her tiptoes before those fingertips return to the strap of her backpack. He asked if she was ready to go for dinner. quite content to fill her belly with some delicious spaghetti, how could she possibly say no? "Alright! Lead the way. I am afraid I don't know where we are going though?" She chirps happily as that enthusiasm hardly ever left her then, no less potent from when she first declared him her friend.

How trusting she was of that jackal in the woods and perhaps she should have been more concerned than she was. She wrinkles her nose despite herself, a large brilliant smile spread across her lips that seemed to be as dazzling as starlight itself. She shimmied her hips slightly just to see her dress swirl about her, as though she danced to a melody all in her own head, her metallic eyes seemed to look to the side to find him, curiously then settling upon his youthful face.

"Hey silly friend?" She asks while content to follow him to the forests edge, her feet are sure just as sure as she was that this was a wonderful idea.

"Why don't you grow anymore?"

barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain;