iliana amaranth

She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular;

Oh dear.. It was far too late.. Again. How bad she was at remembering the time or watching the way the sun so swiftly disappeared beyond that horizon. It was easy to lose track of time within her forest. She could feel its magic weaving within the titan-like trees that stood like ancient sentinels overlooking its inhabitants. It was here the silvery fae never felt alone, never felt out of place nor lost. She was lost in a rather strange peace keeping conversation with a toad... and a fox, her slender fingers toying with the silver necklace that hung from her slender neck. Since the day she was gifted it, there wasn't a day when she didn't wear it. How deeply it reminded her of the jackal who gave it to her.

She hovered low to the ground within a crouch, her silken silvery, shimmering locks forever in a disarray over her shoulders and that fell within her face, the pointed tips of her ears poking out. She felt comfortable being on the animal's level as she spoke to them, It was near instinct for the fae woman. "Have no fear little fox, I promise you that those toads have no intention of stealing your den. It was purely an accident.. Mr. Toad is entirely apologetic. He promised to bring you.... 2 crickets but he might have eaten them..." She uttered with a little giggle. But how abrupt that conversation was suddenly interrupted, the appearance of Marcelo startling both the skittish fox and Iliana.

The fox yipped his undiluted outrage evident but he had already disappeared into the forest, upon nearly silent paws like a reddish orange and black bullet lost to the night. Iliana was to her feet in an instant, clutching her chest as her heartbeat raced in alarmed surprise until recognition seeped like a welcome cooling clam over her. Celo!! How he startled her so! She was hardly prepared for this.... Newfound game and yet... why not? Her lips curled into a bright smile that faded when she truly saw him and his arms... that looked like they had been raked by a bear or something far more angry than that. But truly what was more angry than a bear? She wondered.

Her name was uttered upon his lips, his worry palpable and yet how could she feel it when she was just happy to see him here even though that worried pinch of her brow appeared upon her features. He moved with purpose, closing the distance between them. He always had that wolfish grin spread upon his lips, it was strange to see him... so... troubled. His strong arms pulled her into that welcomed hug that she returned. "Oh, Celo!" She exclaimed brightly as the vivid stars overhead, unwilling to question that moment but embrace it.. But even she could not help but see the trickle of blood or the tear in his fabric. "You're hurt.. What happened??" Concern lingered within her spoken words, a hushed sound that could have been carried away by the gentlest wind itself.

"Out of here?" She questioned softly, curious as to why and yet.... How could she resist anything the jackal offered, trusting him near implicitly.

Where did she want to go? Anywhere he said. Her mind began to swim with an endless assault of possibility. Nebraska. She heard a truck driver speak of once.. She saw a museum tribute to Tibet in the heat of summer that she snuck Mr. Crow within. She... might have borrowed an ancient amulet in the process.. OH, and there was also... Egypt. How the thought of mummies seemed to... deter her. Then she remembered a vague tale from her mother all those years ago when she was almost too young to remember. "Ireland..." She whispered sweetly, her silvery eyes near glint with wonder... he said anywhere did he not? "I want to go to Ireland."

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