█┇ ⚓ ODD FAERIE.
serpentine irises gleam in the woods; it’s darkness hides her wicked visage that bore a resemblance to the monster the smallfolk fear so much; her horns, her wings —— it screams demon! ——and it hurts the faerie. so she hides her ugly presence under the foliage of the topiary as she follows the young maiden through the moors, her terra-cotta hair glinting as the sunlight bore it’s harsh rays through the veil of leaves, giving her a gentle glow, and the faerie found herself bewitched by it.
under normal circumstances, birchalin and balthazar would have immediately thrown out any humans that trespassed into the moors ( except for aurora ), but the the girl she was following, the woman without shoes, the lady with rags for dresses, she passed through the borders unnoticed.
she followed her; watched her mirth as she revelled in the rolling hills of the scottish highlands, watched her giggle as the ram trolls descended from the mountains, watched her espy the snow faery dance on the frozen lake. maleficent smiled from the trees. she was not noxious nor destructive. she was gentle — a gentleness akin to aurora’s. there was no harm in letting her explore the fair lands …
until she managed to get herself stuck in a tree.
the faerie smirked at this, unable to hide her levity at the silliness, but she could not reveal herself. she was a danger to the girl, and she wished diaval or robin were here to help her. in spite of the current inconvenience of the situation, maleficent endeavoured. she lifted her talon-like hands, imbued with the glow of her aurulent magic and simply blowed at it. the magic surged forward, past the veil of petiole in a petal-like dance until it touched the human’s leg, gently lifting her off the tree and guiding back down to the ground. and then she saw; the loathsome figure that was maleficent.
fumbling around to grip firmly at a branch, calloused digits scrape against the rough surface of the sapling's bark her breathing erratic now, at the thought that this tree would not be able to hold her petite form. but in an instant, her being is overcome by a ( glowing ) mist ; frail body lifted away from the predicament, and lowered gently onto the cool meadow grass below.
alabaster limbs scramble to regain their own movements ; still quite shaken from the incident that had just occurred. but it only takes annie a mere second, before she's turning in the direction of the peculiar faerie.
❛ i know you're here, miss. ❜
rolling one of her ankles cautiously, emerald irises try and scan the area around her once more whether or not this was sacred, whether or not this could be a dangerous encounter. but yet, she is not wholly afraid of this woman.
❛ please, there is no need for hiding. ❜











