( OPEN TO ANYONE !! )
a dry leaf and a box of matches. the feyrie emerges from her light body into her human form and reaches for those two items. she places them in her pocket and gives it a bit of a pat as if to reassure herself that they’re there. she made it a habit to take pieces of her own essence whenever she’s in her human form. they’re not amulets, they cannot protect her, but they symbolize the very connection she has with nature forces and being a feyrie, she can’t ignore this pull. carefully, amber pulls the necklace containing her beloved necklace to complete the picture, the ashes of her volcano a warm flame upon her heart.
usually, she is the less likely of the elmwood siblings to leave their home by herself in her human form, but it’s getting colder and amber wants to see the ice rink in falls park. amber is very grateful that when the seelie court relocated her centuries ago they didn’t have her stay in the park. although beautiful, she would have to get used to an increasing amount of people in her territory and that’s a very difficult pill to swallow. amber can’t look back and see the events that led to elmwood’s unpopularity as a blessing, but it does come with perks. the main one being how unlikely it is that someone is bold and courageous enough to trespass their home.
her hand look for her leaf and matches as she makes her way through the crowd, regarding humans and supernaturals with all the same distance. amber watches as people pass through and how they try their luck in the ice rink. she wonders briefly why wouldn’t any unseelie naiad interfere, seeing how they definitely adore chaos and harassing humans. maybe she can invite her sibling later on and check if they want to have a bit of fun.
amber turns, her hand again pats her pocket but- it’s definitely too flat. her eyes grow wide and she looks around, fishes through both her pockets but the box of matches is gone. the feyrie looks a bit frantically for it, only to find someone is already picking it up from the ground.
“excuse me,” she speaks, walking towards them. “this is mine,”
