#windfollws

[frageepruto]

@windfollws liked for a starter.

"is this your friend fluttering about? he seems quite persistent about being noticed--"

[mysteriousthief]

' If you...take things without asking, how do you always manage to get away? isn't that a bad thing? ' / have a curious pocha <3

❝ You've answered your own question, sugar! It's easy to get away when they don't know anything's going missing in the first place. Not asking gives me a head start! ❞ Rouge winks, then folds her arms. ❝ Pah, good, bad ━━ what's the point in judging things, anyway? I'm not hurting anyone. I'm just a treasure hunter who always gets what she wants! ❞

[findmyfuture]

@windfollws liked it x

"I like the glamour, but it feels kind of nice to be back in comfortable clothes" she smiled, glad for the reminder to dress appropriately for a hike, "There's something to be said to have a hat on instead of a crown" Anya laughed as she straightened out her baggy jumper.

"Okay! So, where are you taking me?"

[penddraig]

wind blows around both her and the wizard, hair gently blowing about as Pocahontas danced with the said wind. / I thought this would be CUTE.

she wears the wind as he wears his cloak :   as though it grows as a separate limb,   weaving through the air and around the trees and branches easily and swiftly.   she wears it nicely,   and wears it elegantly,   and in this moment,   it belongs to her,   and her only.   howl makes no move to insert himself as quite some intruder into her dance,   and moves his arms behind his back,   tucked snugly beneath his heavy-shouldered cardigan.   he blows a strand of unnaturally flaxen hair from his mouth,   only reaching up then to push his hair down with his forearm,   one eye open and focused on pocahontas.

❝    you've done this before,   haven't you ? i can tell.    ❞

.゜––   UNPROMPTED.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

[penddraig]

Offers the magical magican some flowers as a late, holiday gift. / late gift but a beautiful person, deserves beautiful flowers.

now how did she know a gift of flowers would be pricely what he'd like right about now ?   surely,   it couldn't be because of his penchant for smelling as though he's carrying a whole flower field's worth of flowers around him   ( for he would rather smell like a lily than he would anything natural,   as his his way ) ?   it's a pleasant array,   only a few flowers to count … but even would have been enough of a gift for him.

with a thankful smile,   he takes the flowers,   nodding his head toward pocahontas courteously.    ❝    thank you for these,    ❞    he murmurs softly,   so that only she can hear.   he glances around as if he's making certain no one else is watching    for show,   of course    and runs the tips of his fingers over the petals of one flower in particular.   the petals spread,   then seem to flap like wings,   lifting the flower into the air.   by the time it comes to rest in pocahontas' hair,   it's taken the shape of a gleaming red-and-yellow butterfly,   nearly sparkling.   howl's eyes twinkle.    ❝    and this,   i suppose,   is for you.   something to hold your hair back,   if you'd like ?   or  …  to keep you company.    ❞

.゜––   UNPROMPTED.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.