ART ➤ ASHON |
It had been a long time since she’s traversed these mountainous trails and yet as it lay illuminated by moonlight, little seemed to have changed. Foliage still flourished here, the call of birds a far off memory as naught but silence laced the air. Nary a sound to break it but the rhythm of her own steps and the occasional shit of stones against the earth. In a way it was lonely yet peaceful all the same, it left one to their own thoughts - their devices - and all that came with it. For her it was concentration upon the very reason she’d come here; the floral blooms that crept open under the moon’s gaze. A delightful perfume could be crafted from sweet blossoms, fragrant and divine. One to cast envy upon any who beheld its aromas. Oh such a scent was sure to fetch a pretty penny though of course a portion would be kept for herself, it could not be helped she craved it as much as the next. It held a particular allure that she could not get enough of as even now it tinted her skin, twisted with subtly upon her fur; just as another’s rose to mix with the passing breeze. Faint hints of distant oceans, reminiscent of the stirring sands and crisp salted air. Nothing more than a taste allowed before it was stolen away by the fading winds and yet the clink of a bottle brought an ear to swivel. Such a sound chased by that fiery gaze before steps would follow, rocky outcropping rounded to witness the glass fall back to the earth at another’s paws. A towering presence with a deep russet pelt seeming to glow beneath refractions of dulled light yet Tatiana was not so foolish as to loose herself in appearances alone - but he did hold something of interest. The very liquid sloshing behind the veil of darkened glassware as it now lay nestled at his side, surely a little distraction would not hurt. The night was still young she held the entire evening to pluck the delicate blooms once they revealed themselves around the glimmering lake. Without a hint of shame the silvered fae saddled up beside the unknown, close enough for a paw to hook around the very bottle she was certain he’d been drinking from before a crown would duck and a tongue ran over the rim in sampled taste. It was strong, of that much she was certain, though that had never stopped her from drinking such substance in the past. For now however, she would refrain. Seek at least some manner of permission before indulging further as gaze flickered up to his, a coy smile upon her lips, “Do you always drink alone?” An honest question for the lake could offer so many other pleasures. “Tastes expensive,” a remark made with a brief swipe of a tongue as if to lap away any remnants which may remain upon her own features, “Where did you come across a blend like this?” |