She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular;
The crisp air whirls around her, sending an icy chill down her spine as she sits cross-legged upon a oversized mossy boulder. Currently her mind was far away from the forest, perhaps lost in the lofty clouds sprawled overhead that only Mr. Crow could reach. Unfortunately, he remained upon the forest floor, a platinum necklace with a cameo locket attached to it, dangling in a tangle from his large pointy beak. It was different from the usually jewelry she collected, this one perhaps held a story, or a meaning that she was simply dying to find out. There would surely be someone who would miss it dearly. She was sure of it.. and yet those thoughts were far from her wandering mind. "Its rude to talk with your beak full.. Let me look at it.. Pleaaase?" She nearly sang the words, that light and carefree lilt, even though the fae woman was being entirely serious.. She wanted to see, in the worst way. She leaned in swiftly... arm stretched out as far as the blonde-haired fae woman possibly could just out of reach from getting ahold of it. "Come oon, Mr. Crow. I just really want to see if it has anything written inside of it.." Mr. Crow seemed to ignore her request, cawing loudly, hopping around her as if mocking the very request. The raven was apparently in a playful mood today and all she had wanted was to take a peek. She drew herself to her feet, sliding off that rock with a swift pep to her step, content to leave her bag of goodies upon the rock. It was already late afternoon and Illy could care less about the time. "Catch me if you can.." The usually grumpy raven challenged, what had gotten into him she would never understand and yet how quickly she was to be swayed all the same.
"You will only fly away.." She nearly whined as she began to prowl around the tree, attempting to be sneaky, but Mr. Crow was far faster than her. Cawing and fluttering his wings as if attempting to only further torment the girl. How much time she had spent the retreating daylight chasing him, she hardly knew... Iliana barely noticed the sun dipping down past the horizon, just mildly acknowledging the pretty peachy sunset which lit up the sky. Like she had forgotten those prowling dwellers in the forest, already a distant memory even though those bruises told an entirely different tale.
With a sudden burst of speed she ran toward the obsidian hued bird.. but he only took off, the moment she got close enough to snatch him. "No fair!" she called out at him, the large raven landing tauntingly in a tree branch above her. A hmph left her now pouty full lips, a deep frown brushing across her brow as she so determinedly decided to set herself to the task of climbing that tree after him. Immediately the jean clad woman began to climb, digging her fingers into the bark and any nub of a branch she possibly could find. She was about half way up that tree when she heard a sound.. Iliana had just made it to that branch when Mr.Crow flew to another tree. Drats! That little bugger..
A sound... sounded again.. an echoing sound of a snap of a dried twig that had her stilling. Her silvery eyes dart downward, glancing at her bag. How time had certainly passed.. the sun had already set and night had taken its dark velvet hold upon the sky. She should have been home.. How did it get so... dark so fast? A whimper left her lips as... those worries seemed to collide into her at once, the usual carefree fae feeling the stammering beat of her heart in her chest. Oh no.. she shouldn't be here.... Surely it wasn't that boy she had met in the woods she had fled from. The ruby eyed boy that had left her with those bruises of his hands still painting the flesh of her arm, serving as a memory.
For a moment.. she felt.. almost scared.. like a little lamb, exposed and vulnerable. She swore her heart stilled within her body, as though it feared to be heard.. her silvery eyes widening, mouth dry. Even Mr. Crow... seemed... quiet, although he hardly shared her worry, the bird getting rather comfy on his newfound branch... was he sleeping? Already?? He possessed almost a smug look with that cameo still within his beak. When suddenly a rather familiar fox-dog like creature entered the clearing. It was a yip that she could distinguish as her name, that voice distinctly vivid for her. She hardly had a moment to frown as a wide genuine grin danced upon her lips, she knew this particular creature.. how could she forget? "Oh hi hello, heeeey. Marcelo! I'm up here.. It's you.. you scared me.. I though you were someone.. else." she admitted almost shyly, still clinging to that tree like a bear. "Of course I want to play.. Mr.Crow used his wings.. he wasn't supposed to. He has MY locket." She might have sounded flustered, a squeak ringing from her feathered companion in protest. Well it was someone else's locket.. but... it was technically hers now. Technicalities.. Oh dear.. this was really high up.. Too high... and yet.. for but a moment she felt like a bird.. with wings she was so envious of, even though her limps began to shake, that hold on the tree wavering. The silvery fae began to scale down that tree to meet her companion down below. Once she took that final drop to the floor, she wiped that dirt and bark off her pants and jacket. She moved smoothly to meet that familiar pointed face of her companion. "You found me.." There was something amused in her tone, as if entirely impressed by his tracking skills, or perhaps it was all by chance.
Iliana suddenly heard another sound, it nearly made her jump out of her skin... What was that? She seemed tall like a deer in a fright, as she strained to listen for another betraying sound. It could have been anything.. anyone.. silly Illy. Once realizing it was nothing, her gaze returned to that tawny hued jackal, any fear soon dissipating at the sight of him. She ran a hand through her pale, starlight hued locks as huffed sigh escaping her. She could have climbed all the trees to get to Mr.Crow... but he was no longer who her attention lingered upon. She was truly excited to see him, her face genuinely lit up like the moon itself. She had only met the fellow once and yet... she felt like she knew him well enough to call him friend. He was a great deal of fun.. She wondered often if she would ever see him again.
"What game do you want to play?" She descended softly to the ground so she knelt upon the forest floor, her eye lashes near batting at him with expressive eyes gazing into his own, her hand reaching to press her fingers into his smooth coat.
barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain;