001☀ AMBER

[dawnofhiryuu]

[She’s staring at the amber slice with both curiosity and awe. And because she’s touching it, all of the lovely residents of the tree can see one large lavender-hued eye and a stunning shade of red as her bangs brush the stone. If she knew everyone could see her, she probably wouldn’t be gaping at the artifact in such an unrefined fashion, or giving any potential viewers a look at her tonsils and chin while she fumbles with it. Not only is she from a world without technology, but her knowledge of anything supernatural is limited to her experiences with the dragons. In other words, it’s virtually nonexistent.

’How can a stone be used to communicate? Surely, there is more to it than touching it.’

But as soon as the thought enters her mind, she recalls the yellow gem she held earlier, resulting in wings sprouting from her back. And just moments before, she saw a flash of shifting pictures in the amber, the faces of strangers moving, talking to each other, as if she was looking into a mirror, only the person staring back at her was not herself.

Yona clears her throat, lips tightening nervously before relaxing into an uncertain smile.]

Hello there. My name is… [Scratch that!] …well, I suppose that is rather unimportant at the moment.

…Hopefully I’m not just talking to myself. I saw… people, several individuals, speaking to one another in this stone a few moments ago.

[Of course, it’s highly probable that she’s just lost her mind. Last time she checked, she was having a one-sided conversation with a stone from inside what appears to be a tree. There’s nothing sane about it.]

Then again, maybe I just imagined it.

[Wait. Did she just admit she might be crazy out loud? Yona flashes a sheepish smile, but it wanes after a moment, her expression dissolving into concern, closely followed by apprehension, and then fear.]

H-Hak?

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[dawnofhiryuu]

[It might have been a soundless entrance, but her senses are on alert even before he speaks. Her back stiffens just before he delivers the words, and her grip on the amber tightens as she tilts it to reflect light and then a unfamiliar reflection on it's surface. And, for some unknown reason, she feels an overwhelming amount of fear when she catches a glimpse of the stranger.

It happens very quickly. She chooses her sword because it would take too long to ready her bow and an arrow. In a swift, fluid motion, she thrusts that beautiful slice of gemstone behind her, hoping it will connect with her attacker, and has spun on her heel to aim her sword at his throat.

Or... what she assumed would be his throat. He's much taller than she expected. The adjustment is made quickly, though her eyes flash with surprise.

Thinking she has the upper hand, she will have a question for him as well...]

Who are you?

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[isolophobia]

[ For the moment, she was free to continue thinking that. ]

Raised by wolves, then? Either way you are being very rude when all I did was ask you who is Hak.

[ With hands folded behind his back Pitch could just sidestep that sword at his throat and use an obliging shadow to get out of range, but first...well call it curiosity. And after centuries of being alone in a crowd, curiosity is reason enough. ]