Ever since the Rift had dropped her in the middle of this mess of a land, Ariadne was quite frequently the shadow in the trees. Something about living among all the foreigners had forced her old, Alastrian instincts to take over. Ironic, considering the fact that she'd worked so hard to control them.
Ironic, considering the fact that she was no longer Alastrian.
She'd just jumped from the branch of one tree to the next when the Human caught her attention. The way he was skulking about made her leery and she fully intended to avoid any contact. But evidently, he'd heard her.
Which meant she needed to make it very clear, very quickly that she was a harmless little girl with no secrets whatsoever. A surprisingly easy game for Ariadne to play. She had an unassuming frame and a gentle, girlish voice.
"No one," she called, dropping down to a lower branch noisily and intentionally clumsy. "No one important."
6 (Hi, hi, it's Wizera!)
Ironic, considering the fact that she was no longer Alastrian.
She'd just jumped from the branch of one tree to the next when the Human caught her attention. The way he was skulking about made her leery and she fully intended to avoid any contact. But evidently, he'd heard her.
Which meant she needed to make it very clear, very quickly that she was a harmless little girl with no secrets whatsoever. A surprisingly easy game for Ariadne to play. She had an unassuming frame and a gentle, girlish voice.
"No one," she called, dropping down to a lower branch noisily and intentionally clumsy. "No one important."