Silenced Welcome [Closed]

[Aislinn]

Drawing.

It was a wonderful way for her to release her hidden feelings, the ones she always tried to make herself forget.Why did everyone seem to view as odd for her silence? It was not her fault. Azure orbs had longed shed tears, but Aislinn found that she had none left to cry. What was the point? It hardly changed a thing, and she was always so sad. Sometimes she wished she could go back to her past, when she had been so happy with everything. Her family was intact, and she was whole. A sigh escaped her lips, and Aislinn only continued to brush the blue pastel across the page. Her fingers were stained with the horizon setting she was drawing. Humming lightly, she began to run her fingers over the setting, blending the colors together.

An idle smile was upon her lips, though it would did not quite reach her eyes. The sun was blaring down, but she was within the shadow of a tree, providing some shelter from the sun. The Calm Lands had always a favorite place of hers, and she enjoyed just watching the clouds pass. Reaching out a pale hand, she grasped a yellow pastel from her worn leather satchel. Next was to blend the sun's rays in more. Monotonous, yet it kept her mind from unpleasant thoughts, at least for a little while. Aislinn leaned over her picture for a moment, biting her lip in concentration as she tried to perfect her drawing. Alone at the moment, and so very vulnerable to any passerby.

Aislinn was content, though.

[Yaxaven]

Look now, don’t cry….

Contrary to popular belief, Yaxaven was not an unkind person. Cruel? Yes, perhaps, but that was just his nature. By way of what he was, Yaxaven was not, perhaps, universally sympathetic to everyone and anyone. But every now and again, Yaxaven felt like being a little nice to someone. Of course, his definition of “nice” was wildly different from the average person’s, but you really had to remember that it was the thought which counted. In Yaxaven’s case most of all.

He appeared in the Calm Land plains in a flash of orange light, heralded by pyreflies that danced about as he arrived, as if they were pleased to see him. Yaxaven chuckled oddly, flicking one of the little orbs of light idly as they all dissipated. His eyes drifted towards a tree, where he saw a young girl sitting and drawing idly. A grin quirked his lips for a moment before he appeared behind her, a flurry of wind signalling the quick teleport he’d performed to suddenly appear so close.

“Hello there,” he said with a smile, looking over her shoulder at what she was drawing. “My, my, someone’s certainly talented. I take it you draw often?”

This was what Yaxaven called “being nice”.

[Aislinn]

Startled, Aislinn had nearly dropped her drawing book.

Heart racing, she merely stared up at the stranger with wariness and slight fear. Where had he come from, and how could she not read anything from him? Realizing he had commented on her drawing, the young girl clutched the drawing pad to her chest loosely, and she twisted her body around to get a better look at him. His appearance was rather odd, to say the least. Green hair longer than most women she had seen, and red eyes. Aislinn nearly shuddered, but she managed to hold herself still. Despite the overall oddity of his appearance, and how he had suddenly appeared behind her, he did not seem dangerous.

Well, not at the moment, anyway.

Aislinn tilted her head to the side, and all that this man would meet was silence. She did not talk to anyone, and she would not start now. Turning back, she rested her back against the tree, and she rested her drawing pad upon her lap. As she settled back down, Aislinn merely nodded her head in ascent to his earlier question. Tentatively, she reached out her own ability, both curious and hesitant to sense what emotions he held. This man's whole presence made her skin crawl, and made her want to leave. Aislinn was braver than that, though, and she could look over herself just fine. What surprised her the most was the apparent wall she met with this man. Aislinn was surprised, but she hardly showed it, and she quickly retracted her senses.

How very odd, but this man was strange to begin with.

Without further attention cast onto him, Aislinn picked up her blue pastel, slender fingers moving about the paper once more. If he wished to watch her draw, she would not mind, but that was all he would really get to see her do.