Illona found modern day to be far too hectic for her taste sometimes, in particular city life. There was so much good that she watched develop throughout the years, but at the same time she watched as society lost that sense of earthly connection and wonder about the world it had once held. It seemed as though everywhere her cerulean gaze looked now, people were greeting each day with far more cynicism and a general lack of caring than before. It saddened the fae to watch this gradual shift through the centuries. She supposed it was a small price to pay for the vast improvements time had brought; technology had led to a lot of good, and it was nice to not have a plague ravage whole towns anymore every few years. She just wished that the people that rushed by her on the streets would one day simply stop, even for just a moment, and breath. Take one look at the world around them, that they called home. Perhaps then they might find some appreciation, find some of that light once more.
Today however she did not dwell on those thoughts. Instead, the fiery fae found herself trekking through one of Sacrosanct's few forest refuges. It was a beautiful sunny day and Illona would be foolish if she didn't go out to enjoy it. Not that she had any responsibilities to attend to anyway. The fae had an entirely free spirit with no chains like money or allegiances to monarchies to bind her. Each day she had the freedom to decide what she wished to do, from venturing to the coast line, to exploring things known as theme parks, which she found absolutely exhilarating, or perhaps even writing another book should she so choose. But the way her wings seemed to itch and twitch with a desire to be free to spread unhindered or unhidden that morning had easily helped her make the decision to traverse out deep into the safety of the trees. It was a secret place held close by few that called Sacrosanct home, so she had not anticipated that another would also venture there on this day, in particular another fae like herself.
It felt so refreshing the moment she stepped foot into the small meadow, her eyes immediately greeted with the most vibrant hues from the flowers that blanketed the area. The sun's warmth immediately enveloped her, like a gentle hug from an old friend, as she stretched her wings, and with one good thrust, glided down to the creak that cut and weaved through the grasses. The way the air flower over her wings, gently touching each feather, sent a small shiver of satisfaction through the girl, almost like the sensation of goosebumps prickling across your skin. Illona made no effort to soften her landing then, the splash of her feet hitting the icy cold water sure to alert any creature big or small nearby of her presence had they not already heard the flap of her wings. And if they still had not heard that? Well her giggles as sweet as a songbird surely would grab anyone's attention.
After enjoying the feeling of the water cascade around her toes, she quickly tucks her massive earthy hued wings behind her like two soft cushions, gently falling back onto them to simply rest in that exact spot and relax. After a little shimmying to make sure her floral sundress had not pulled up in a rather scandalous fashion during her landing, she quickly settles into simply sunbathing. Illona expected to hear the chirp of birds and humming of bumble bees around her, and for a while the fae did, but then she heard the distinct sound of footsteps, quieted internationally to be muffled near perfectly by the sounds of nature surrounding her, approaching. Any other person probably would have jumped up to look, scared at another's sudden approach with clear intent to silence their footsteps, but not the fiery woman resting on the forest floor. Her eyes remained closed, not even bothering to glance at the person who now lingered close by, their presence distinctly magical. A fae perhaps? Whoever they were, they had no intention of killing her in the very least, Illona had given them every chance to try and instead they opted to simply watch her.
Illona made no move to acknowledge their presence until they themselves made it known, and luckily she did not have to wait too terribly long before the sound of a throat being cleared broke the silence. Her eyebrow arched curiously, and yet her eyes still did not open as she merely listened to the sultry words of the man. How curious that he would speak about hunters, those deep words teasing and almost an audible wink. She cannot help the way her the corners of her lips tug into a mischievous smile, this man unknowing of the game he just decided to play by interacting with her. "I suppose you are my knight in shining armor then? To rescue me from these supposed not nice hunters?" Her words are hummed, toying with the man and his strange warning about dark hunters while there were none to be found within miles of their current location. Only now do her cerulean eyes open, unbothered by the brightness of the day as they shift to the man standing across the banks of the stream. The first thing she notes is that her immediate suspicions were correct, he was a fae much like herself. But another thing she notes was the way he was dressed. He seemed oddly overdressed to be out galavanting in the woods, though she supposes she'd seen stranger things.
She takes the time to quickly hop up, like a flower springing from the earth, from her resting spot. With swift hands, she is quick to brush back her fiery red hair and then to both straighten and clean her dress. Earthy wings shake out, each feather ruffling up before laying back flat in order to rid themselves of any dirt that clung on. With feigned surprise she looks around the surrounding field, as if she is looking for something that is clearly not there, before she turns back to the man with a disappointed pout. "Good sir, I don't seem to see these hunters you speak of. Were you tricking me just to disrupt my nap?" she ponders, crossing her arms over her chest in a disappointed way, making sure to lace her words heavy with mock hurt. Illona never hesitated to tease anyone, even strangers.