Fiona
“Well I didn’t like it.” A lie, “So please don’t do it again.” She then back away from Oren and turn around, having her back to the Fae, there was no question on what it was anymore.
“But since you showed me something, I should do the same, right?” She spoke out, and then her hand slid to the weapon, clipping it off her belt and spinning it as it extend, then held it behind her, parallel to the ground, as the long extended blade pointed to the sky. A scattering of petals danced around her, something out of place with the browns of this old wood.
“I’ll show you something nice. Something real” She said softly, more to herself then to Oren, and then the world shifted. Something poured of the woman and her weapon, ripples and tides, the world around them bent and blurred. Petals bellowed of her and a warm wind filled the woods. The petals scattered, and landed on the trees, on the earth, and from there it appeared roses grew, but there was no warning, not process. They simply appeared, blurring into existence as the petals aligned.
The wind intensified, filling the woods with the smell of roses and blinding Oren with a sea of roses. And then, suddenly, it calmed.
And with it the world changed. It was… similar. The trees were still there, the earth was still the same, the sky which could be seen though the breaks in the canopy could still shine though.
Roses.
But now there were roses and incredible warmth as if it was spring. Along every tree, along the ground, roses were there, some of them were different colors, red, black, violet, and white. But they were all roses, and from the darkness of the woods creatures could be seen, wolves and crows, all of which with a red tint to their feathers or fur, but they were seemingly not there, both present but not, like phantoms. It was almost as if another place layered itself onto the woods.
But more then anything, there was the presence of nature, of something old, of something complete that now lingered in the air. But it was not wrong, but rather something that anyone could feel somewhere deep in themselves that it was peaceful and pure.
“This is my place.” She told Oren peacefully.
