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Overall, Orphea felt pretty good about the whole, strange ordeal. She didn’t mind chaos. In fact she thrived in it and found most of the afflictions, save the roving bands of undead and the occasional death, to be amusing. Granted, when she’d first awoken to large, feathered wings the color of a dove’s sprouting from her back, she’d panicked, but having wings had proven to be phenomenally handy and fun. Her normally bone-white skin, splattered with greyish freckles, had turned the tan of a wood-elf’s. Her pearlescent hair was the gold of fresh straw and her eyes that were normally the barest, palest of blues, were the blue of the ocean’s depths. Normally she appeared as a beautiful ghost, someone wonderful but apart from everything around her, but now she looked and felt wonderfully alive. She didn’t look like she belonged in the Pallid Grove.
Orphea skipped down the grimey Myrefall street with her wings splayed wide. As the wind blew through she liked the occasional weightlessness that her wings afforded her as they caught the breeze. She skid to a stop at the curse and turned, curious. She kept her wings spread as she stepped closer, casting the elven woman into shadow. “Rough day?” she asked with a tilt of her head and a placid smile.
A moment after she had spoken, through her closed eyelids, she felt the sun become blocked out as someone approached and stood over her. A voice said, Rough day?, and she felt her irritation begin to rise even higher. She huffed our a sigh. “Yeah, no—“ She opened her eyes and her sentence came to a sudden stop before she could finish as she finally saw who was standing over her. The elven woman looked like she was glowing, though that was most likely because of how she was silhouetted by the sun behind her. Jax’s eyes grew wide at the sight of her, and the actual, literal wings that she was using to block the sun from hitting Jax, as if she was some sort of angel. Jax was completely stunned, which was a bit comical when considering the fact that the last time she’d felt this way was when she had seen the face she was currently wearing for the first time.
“... shit,” she finally finished after a brief moment of silence, but she almost immediately regretted letting the word come out of her mouth. She looked down and shook her head. Stupid, that was stupid. Her thoughts fumbling, Jax picked up her frozen cup of coffee off the ground and then stood, moving slightly so her head wouldn’t collide with the other woman’s wing. She blinked a couple of times before she was able to speak again. “Um… hi. Sorry.” This was going well.
















