Recent content by Zaria

"Well, if you insist," she smiled up at him as he stood and found a spot on the floor. She couldn't promise that she couldn't be intimidated by the Spring King but she found herself more curious to meet him than any other emotion. Besides, even though they'd spent a short time together, she...

Dark brows lifted on her smooth skin. "Do some come to you or your father wishing for confinement?" It was a strange thing to say. But she'd also been locked up for quite some time so she was sure she missed what might be considered now social norms. Color her curious. Head shook at his...

"It's alright," head tilted up to follow his movements. She was occupying his bedmat...should she move? Slender, legs uncrossed and she stood. Wings fluttered behind her before folding against her back. She took a half step away from the matt, cradling her own tea in the palm of her hands...

The laughter surprised her. She looked up. Was he making fun of her? Her blush deepened more. But she quickly realized he wasn't. He was making fun of the situation. "You haven't," she said quickly, wishing her skin would go back to its normal shade. "I think we can agree to forget about...

Zaria frowned as she noticed the look on his face. Why did he look so uncomfortable? Surely she had broken some law or command to tell a prince no? She swallowed and looked away. Not looking up until he was suddenly in front of her. And bowing!! "What are you doing?" A quick whisper...

A delicate clear of her throat. Lifting the tea to her lips, she blew across the surface before she took a sip. And finally, ever-so-slowly, her eyes went to the prince. "It's, my wings are just very sensitive," she admitted. Long legs shifted. 'You did not know," she said quietly. Wings...

As soon as his fingers brushed her wings, she froze. A tingling sensation rocketed down her wing, through her core, and down to the tips of her toes. She took a sharp inhale, heat rising along her neck and cheeks. "Would you please not?" Breathless voice tried to finish. She had to pause as...

Zaria followed closely to the prince. She couldn't stop fiddling with her hair. Couldn't stop looking around at how her size changed the appearance of things. Kept her wings tucked in close so they didn't brush against the tent flaps as they entered. Her wings were very sensitive. And...

Her face continued to warm at his compliment. And then he stepped forward. Toward her. She couldn't help it as that hand that rubbed up and down her arm suddenly reached forward. Fingertips smoothing some of his misplaced white strands of hair away from his eyes. She'd been so used to...

At his last question, she looked down at herself. Fingers rose to self-consciously smooth away her rich, brown hair from her face. Eyes lifted to meet his again, a warm-hue rising to her cheeks. "I've always been able to change my size but it doesn't last long. And there's a limit on how...

Arms lowered only when she was sure those shadows were truly destroyed. Full-sized, she turned slowly to the prince. He looked a lot smaller now. Her gossamer wings tucked in closely against her back. She ignored his question. "What was that back there? You can't just tell me to stay away...

Zaria stared. She was unsure whether it was the darkness itself, making these creatures act the way they were. Or were they the beast beneath? And the prince could control this strange, oily darkness? Something just didn't feel right. But her mind didn't have time to sort it out. Head...

Zaria ignored the prince's warning. Though her mind did wonder why. Why were they after him? He must realize know she didn't take orders from royalty. She zipped down to one of the three that seemed to be moving the fastest. A horrifying shadow type-beast. The one that would've reached...

The air began to darken around her. But it was too early for this kind of dark. Small heart beat erratically within her chest. Wings slowed even at the sound of Tharu's voice from behind her. It wasn't just the darkness. The air became preternaturally cold. Head dipped down as she searched...

Wings lifted as he spoke about the portal stone. One moment she was perched on his shoulder and the next she was hovering over it. Then zipped in front of his face to hover at eye level. “Well, we’ll, well,” she crowed, “see if you can keep up, princling!” With that, she’d zip forward and...