Rhia had not fallen quite like this since she got her wings. Not that she'd had them all that long. But she was still Rhia. As she fell, she tucked her wings - already used to the ancestral appendages - and curled her body, landing in a cannon ball with a delighted laugh. She popped to the surface and hit her hands on the water a few times making an odd swishing sound. Her huge smile vanished after a moment, and she tried again.
"Well if you don't want to talk, you could just say so, you hardly need to be rude about it," she huffed a bit. But then she grinned and swam for the shore.
any other Fincaryian might have found swimming with their wings odd at this point. After all, they had all been born feeling their loss, but they had only recently been restored as Fincaryia started to merge with the Otherworld. But Rhia was ever a creature of physicality. She was used to her wings from her first flight as though she'd always had them. After all, she'd been flying with out them for ages. Dreaming about them her whole life.
But this time the dive hadn't been intentional, she hadn't been tossed by the branches of a friend. And none of her contraptions had broken. So why had she landed in unresponsive water? She wasn't sure, but it would be fun to find out!
She made it to the surface and spread her wings wide to dry in the sun. And for the joy of having them to spread. She tipped her face up to the sky, smiling. Her brown curls trailed down behind her, though some fell in front of each shoulder. Her hair was home to a number of long bright green vines, one of which curled around her triangular pointed ear. Her clothes were all made of bright spring green leaves and vines, save for her bark shoes and the bracelet around her wrist made of different vines.
"Well, at least this is new and exciting. I wonder where we are this time, hm, Merlin?" she asked, then glanced beside her. Her smile faltered for a moment. "Right. No Merlin. Ah well. Wherever I am, I might as well explore!" She folded her wings across her back and headed for the nearest trees she could find.
Arrival - B
Okay, she got to be the hero this time? she could get behind that. It would help keep her brother humble when she got to meet him again, after all. And that was what big sisters were for.
But all of that was pushed to the side for the moment as they had time to themselves for a bit. She went to the horses. She have very little experience with horses other than Ionn, the horse that had once belonged to their father. So she didn't know much of how to speak horse yet.
anyone who came up to the winged woman of the woods would find her dutifully repeating every noise the horses made, trying to learn how to speak their language, a huge smile on her face, green eyes dancing with merriment.
Welcome feast - C
She was avoiding the fancier dishes, and anything she couldn't identify. She was also pretty much avoiding meat. But that was less obvious because she had found fruit and deserts and her plate was too full of those for anything else. She could be found sitting on a stool, wings tucked against her back as she popped a handful of berries into her mouth, eyes half closed in bliss. She had found the sweetest berries offered, sweet enough that most people could eat one or two at a time at most. She was eating them by the handful. "Any place with berries this yummy," she said to anyone who looked like they were about to ask, "clearly has a lot going for it," she popped in another berry and grinned. "Always trust the berries."
Rhianon | The Lost Years Of Merlin | Spoilers (sorry her icons are... not the best.)
Rhia had not fallen quite like this since she got her wings. Not that she'd had them all that long. But she was still Rhia. As she fell, she tucked her wings - already used to the ancestral appendages - and curled her body, landing in a cannon ball with a delighted laugh. She popped to the surface and hit her hands on the water a few times making an odd swishing sound. Her huge smile vanished after a moment, and she tried again.
"Well if you don't want to talk, you could just say so, you hardly need to be rude about it," she huffed a bit. But then she grinned and swam for the shore.
any other Fincaryian might have found swimming with their wings odd at this point. After all, they had all been born feeling their loss, but they had only recently been restored as Fincaryia started to merge with the Otherworld. But Rhia was ever a creature of physicality. She was used to her wings from her first flight as though she'd always had them. After all, she'd been flying with out them for ages. Dreaming about them her whole life.
But this time the dive hadn't been intentional, she hadn't been tossed by the branches of a friend. And none of her contraptions had broken. So why had she landed in unresponsive water? She wasn't sure, but it would be fun to find out!
She made it to the surface and spread her wings wide to dry in the sun. And for the joy of having them to spread. She tipped her face up to the sky, smiling. Her brown curls trailed down behind her, though some fell in front of each shoulder. Her hair was home to a number of long bright green vines, one of which curled around her triangular pointed ear. Her clothes were all made of bright spring green leaves and vines, save for her bark shoes and the bracelet around her wrist made of different vines.
"Well, at least this is new and exciting. I wonder where we are this time, hm, Merlin?" she asked, then glanced beside her. Her smile faltered for a moment. "Right. No Merlin. Ah well. Wherever I am, I might as well explore!" She folded her wings across her back and headed for the nearest trees she could find.
Arrival - B
Okay, she got to be the hero this time? she could get behind that. It would help keep her brother humble when she got to meet him again, after all. And that was what big sisters were for.
But all of that was pushed to the side for the moment as they had time to themselves for a bit. She went to the horses. She have very little experience with horses other than Ionn, the horse that had once belonged to their father. So she didn't know much of how to speak horse yet.
anyone who came up to the winged woman of the woods would find her dutifully repeating every noise the horses made, trying to learn how to speak their language, a huge smile on her face, green eyes dancing with merriment.
Welcome feast - C
She was avoiding the fancier dishes, and anything she couldn't identify. She was also pretty much avoiding meat. But that was less obvious because she had found fruit and deserts and her plate was too full of those for anything else. She could be found sitting on a stool, wings tucked against her back as she popped a handful of berries into her mouth, eyes half closed in bliss. She had found the sweetest berries offered, sweet enough that most people could eat one or two at a time at most. She was eating them by the handful. "Any place with berries this yummy," she said to anyone who looked like they were about to ask, "clearly has a lot going for it," she popped in another berry and grinned. "Always trust the berries."