dandelion hearted
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What business did a daughter of Elric had to be walking down the streets with such a crowd? She certainly couldn’t be here for the festival. Other than the ever curious Orpheus, the sons and daughters of Elric that had affiliated with him had shown no interest in human festivities. The crowd would then assume that whatever her motivation was, it was best if they had nothing to do with it and thus would try to ignore her. At least, Luna was counting on this.
Which is why when she caught the stare of a young, lavender haired girl she was quite surprised. More shocking was the flower she held in one hand as it seemed to embrace her arm and sprout new flowers. She was a human magic user, and a cute one too.
Humans had always drawn her curiosity, but all the bad and the things her father told her about them always scratched them off as inferior beings not worth the time. Even those that wielded magic were either too busy licking her fathers feet or spouting empty threats to her and her family. She hadn’t had the chance to properly interact with one. But this one looked her with something else than contempt. For a brief instance, she could feel her cheeks warming up as a faint shade of red colored them.
Curiosity now picked, she decided to approach the girl, eyes focusing on the now ever blooming flower.
“You know some lovely magic…”
Irises of a dreary grey shade widen. Across the spacious gap in the village, where she stood guard by the flower stand, her line of sight of acknowledged and, now, shared. Immediately, Milae tucked at the end of her hair, tugging with slight force to keep herself at bay. ‘S-She saw-- no she, SEES me! And I see her!’ As well, the reading on today’s forecast was slightly chill with clear skies, yet, it doesn’t take the narrator needing to point out the obvious--
While dandelions embraced the cool air, harmlessly flowing against the wind, Milae then gripped her elbow. ‘Oh, she’s approaching me.’ Taking a soft breath, and placing down the flower in question, fearing that the shopkeeper was already glaring her way, Milae braces.
First and foremost, interacting with others throughout her five years in Glaedreon had been “touchy,” for the most part. Regardless of the many species, most of the herbivores she has grown familiar with, it was of the many ‘larger’ species like dragons and phoenixes that she wasn’t all too aware of. With their forms adapting fitting that of a normal human to the naked eye, it wasn’t an inquiry she was even considering at this point. To her, she was indiscriminate if no harm if came towards her pestering territorial side.
Asides from what, how can one tell the difference between one who is truly man or with a monster underneath their skin? And, who’s to say one who is human is merely not a monster at all--?
“I do?” Milae clears her throat and glanced back and forth from her dandelions to the stranger. “Oh, thank you. It’s really nothing, just simple magic.”
“--Are you enjoying the festival?” Milae presented the question with a flutter in her chest, but, her gaze was returning to the stranger, calmer than before.










