#muse| sylph

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   “Halloween hm....”

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   “Hn...So it was Dragon nodes that I sensed.”

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   “A name for myself other than Sylph....A name of my choosing...”    “...Effie would be nice name....”

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@aoxre | Auguste Summer call!!

Given the lilac yukata that Sylph had been given from Sierokate and the array of people dressed in similar attire that she had seen it seemed like a simple assumption to make. It was that sort of clothing that Siegfried had chosen to adorn himself in as well only furthering the image of that he would as well.

It felt odd to see him in this state of dress. Or perhaps the better term was lack of. His hair, posture and his being here subtly gives all the hints she need to the man before her is indeed the knight that had requested her presence back on the Grandcypher. The protector knight of the skies, Katalina, wouldn’t have brought her to the wrong destination. A knight like her was reliable from what Sylph had seen, far too reliable to have doubts like this. Yet she hesitates for a moment all the same, her braid thumping her wingless back as she stills. 

   “Vane...?” The woman’s hand, free of the dark gloves she so typically wore, gently rests upon his arm.  Was seeing him in such a way decent? His back was still turned to her after all.. “Did... Did I arrive too early?”

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Auguste was...interesting.

Slipping away from the crew was a easier than it was in comparison to the previous islands that they had visited and for that Sylph was grateful. It was hard to decipher whether it was of her own volition or if remnant feelings from Isabella were reason for her to seek out a place to be on her lonesome. On the grandcypher it was the highest peak that she would find herself perched time and time again when it was isolation that she sought. Here, in a land blessed by a bountiful sea and swarms of people, visitors and local alike, were about in the dawn of Auguste’s infamous festival it was a small tide pool on the outskirts of the beach where the crew was helping Sierokarte.

The laughter and excited voices of the crew could be heard on the very tip of the primal’s hearing, just above the sounds of the roaring pull of the sea. Loud enough for her to keep in check just where they were when she needed to yet not so that she couldn’t ignore it and let it fade into the white noise among the waves. 

Gently tugging the lavender yukata upwards and stepping out of the geta she had been given Sylph gazed into the easing waves. Her feet didn’t exactly break the ocean’s surface, the water’s chill just grazing every so often with the beat of her wings.  There was a tug, a sense of kinship found in peering into the blue hue, peering beyond her own reflection. Enough of a tug that left the fae like primal leaning ever so closer towards falling into the sea entirely.

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   “I wonder if Isabella remembers when we met.... I wonder if she remembers anything from before she became Isabella.”

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   “...come?”

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