I might get wet but it's only rain,,

Things are going to be okay again.

Calla is back, Rhaskos is here, and nothing is perfect, but Nessa can feel the hope rising in her chest like a bird in flight - wings that scrape happily against her ribs, flutter up to her throat, pulling lightness in every nerve. Spring has set in, and the weather is exactly what she likes, all sun and no storms. She's been basking in it for hours, leaning against the scraped-rough bark of a nearby spruce and letting the light seep all the way through her body. No breeze, no rain, no nothing but sun. It's incredible. The ex-queen hasn't felt this good in ages, not even while she was still at home.

Which is slightly unnerving, but okay. Probably for the better. She has to get used to change eventually.

Half-asleep, something rustles in Nessa's ear, and the soft sound of grasses moving is accompanied by a flash of movement in the corner of her vision. Opening one eye, she glances out into the field; it was empty when she came, but there is a figure standing in the flora now, pale against the knee-high flowers. A mixture of excitement and wariness hits her in the chest - spreads a glowing anxiety through her nerves as she straightens up, stares at the slowly-moving figure. Someone with strange, strange markings, delicate and somehow well-fit against the flowers, the morning sky. It's hard to see much more than that from this far, though.

The figure stops, and Nerissa sidles forward. Hi.


(Yolandi no worries sweetheart!)

You're hot. Nerissa jumps, practically out of her skin, and after a few moments in which nothing  but shock is spread across her features, and erratic smile breaks out on her lips. 

How long has it been since she heard something like that? From a girl as pretty as this, no less? All clean white alabaster and silver eyelashes, a strange black stare, her voice like birds in spring, looking Nessa up and down with an unselfconscious appreciation. The kind of stare that makes her skin tingle. There is a cute grin on the stranger's face that Nerissa is sure she's reflecting, a little more goofily, and as they stand there looking each other up and down, heat starts to rise to the ex-queen's cheeks. Her nerves are buzzing with happy excitement, running electricity all the way up her spine.

The girl tilts her head, and Nessa is temporarily disabled by the way the curls fall around her face. Sunlight is beaming from overhead and turning everything gold, spreading warmth through her skin and the roots of the flowers that spread around them to the horizon. It feels wonderful, and vaguely unreal.

Why haven't I seen you around here before? I definitely would have remembered you. Nerissa bites her lip, suppresses a wild smile. The angel steps a little closer and all the hairs on her neck rise. I'm Yolandi, and I'm very glad I decided to come here today.

Mischievousness swells in her chest, with more than a flicker of interest, and Nessa saunters forward a step in response, batting her eyelashes. Nerissa, she introduces, with a one-sided smile. I could say the same.





(Yolandi i love it!!)