#fallingnomad

[centranthux-blog]

♡ falling-nomad

Leanansidhe; dark muse, fallen queen, and in the Beyond. He's heard of whispers of her agents walking the realms of the fey as her eyes and ears, her own way of keeping up with the gossip always present in the court, but there's one thing he needs to form his poison; a vial of undiluted inspiration, bright as a flame but with limited shelf life.

Sucks.

Sentinel's milling about the entrance of the trod, and as soon as someone walks out of it he drops from his tree and runs to catch her arm, putting on his best smile. "Miss?"

[redthelittlesprite]

falling-nomad

Red had followed the girl for a while now, making a game out of staying out of sight. She darted behind trees and under bushes, trying to keep herself from giggling. Eventually though, the little sprite decided to greet the stranger. Red sneaked up as quietly as she could before she started to skip loudly, eventually stopping a few feet behind the other girl. 

"Hello! My name's Red who are you?" She grinned, her grey eyes finding something familiar in the girl. 

[thecatsidhe]

+falling-nomad has come to play

"Huh, I seem to be popular tonight. I've had many of visitors recently, so then, who are you? Introductions are necessary and help me keep things straight." Even though she was fairly certain that she'd forgotten some names or two. 

[carnifacs-blog]

EVE CHIANTIS has gone online!

As to what the iron fey was doing in the Wyldwoods was to monitor a trod; he was tipped off earlier that a servant of Leansidhe was going to pass by, and when he saw a girl with raven hair pass by, he tenses, eyes following her. Abraxas jumps off the branch and he snaps a dead stick in two right behind her. He's just going to pretend he wasn't stalking her at all and folds his hands immaculately behind his back, fixing himself into a stoic stance.