taikamin:
There was something about the girl that was fascinating to Taika. Be it her pitch black wings with the sun reflecting glints of deep scarlet that matched the hair upon her head, or the way she sat so poised on the shore, or how she fought the smile begging to be spread across her features. Ailsa, the only fae she had ever saved. Something about her made Taika want to always be there to save her. Perhaps all fae had this effect on mortals. Risking their short lives for the sake of ensuring their immortal counterparts the fate they had always been promised. Though, maybe it was just Ailsa that had the affect on Taika. She wouldn’t truly know until she had associated herself with more of their kind, but as far as she was concerned she would never get to that point.
Soft chuckles fell effortlessly from her lips. “True, you may be older than me. But I assure you, I have lived plenty long enough to know that the amount of time you are alive is not comparable to the things you have done.” Her shoulders rose for a moment. “A girl could be young and still have experienced more in her twenty years than someone who has been alive for longer. I like to think I had lived many lifetimes by the time I was twenty,” she explained. Taika was being honest, it was what she had done with her time that mattered more than how old she actually was. “Mortals don’t have the luxury of taking their time, you know,” she nudged the Lady softly before pulling away. “So I think I’ll still call you little red. And you can call me Taika, if the Lady pleases,” she mused, a dangerously gentle smile rested across her features.
Her eyes thinned for a moment as she drew in a breath. “So then you have thanked me and you can be on your way. Surely a fae of your standing has better things to do than sitting on this rock for a few more minutes,” she paused before looking over to her. “Of course, only if that was the reason you wished to see me. I am telling you I need no thanks, if it weren’t for me, then another mermaid would have saved you and you would be sitting on these rocks waiting to prove your gratitude,” she shrugged her shoulders. “Though, maybe you wouldn’t be and there’s no way to know for sure unless you leave right now. Noble folk are never really ones who like to waste time on petty affairs anyways.” Taika challenged the young fae, wondering if she had been here for more than just that.
Ailsa knew how she looked; dainty and delicate, and in need of saving. She resented the idea, however, for she knew what she was capable of. Not that she couldn’t admit that she had needed Taika that day, that not all the merfolk were quite so peaceful, nor would she trust them to come swimming to the rescue. Her feelings on the matter were lost in conflict, though the heat in her cheeks could only be put down to her frustration at having needed saving in the first place.
“I have done plenty.” The faerie shrugged, wings fluttering gently in the light breeze. Her eyes trailed across the mermaid’s lithe form, looking every bit as otherworldly stunning as Ailsa tended to associate her type with. Her hair the deepest black, luscious and shining in the morning sun, was begging to be touched. Ailsa liked pretty things, severe as she could be when it came to her own appearance, she could appreciate a woman so perfect it was as though she was carved from marble. “Taika,” Ailsa nodded, straightening up somewhat. “A pretty name.”
She supposed that it was now or never. She had, after all, come bearing a gift still hidden away from view and cold feet had come to her at a most inopportune time. What was it that made her wary in the presence of this mysterious woman? Surely she didn’t fear her? How could she cower from her saviour? In truth, it was often said that Ailsa was born uncomfortable. Coming to life clad in black and silent, crying only when her dear twin brother did, needing only the bare minimum of attention and necesseties. She often felt wrong, not cut from the same cloth as the rest of her siblings. Not that she believed the stories, however. What infant didn’t cry out for their mother’s breast? “I’ve brought a gift.” She said quickly, the words tumbling clumsily from her mouth.






