.not that i found you 'good' in the first place.

**the lone soloist moves forth with accustomed grace, roving optics finding eager prey in the form of death's shadow. hmm. deja vu? surely senility does not reach my eyes at the age of four summers? a wry illusion of a smile wrought her delicate features into the shape of amusement as she carries herself closer, that this phenomenon be inspected more closely. placing herself before the mare, she tilts her slender crania slightly, the equivalent of a raised eyebrow spreading its webbed veil over her cool countenance**

.i saw you before.

**a critical gaze of mild indignance rests its increasing weight upon the hide of the other. if i'm not mistaken, you were not accepted. as a matter of fact, your inability to remain sentient in these lands cost you a descent into the unfortunate category of unacceptable, ne? a careless flirt of dial, sending liquid-like tresses of silk into graceful dance amidst the embrace of the air, dismisses the mare. as my friend abbadon has so kindly pronounced to you, you are not welcome here. it's most impolite to come to parties without an invitation, you know. only common courtesy. and common sense, as well; for you know, the true partygoers might not be so pleased at your impudence**

.slight warning.

**lethality frosted over by beauty, and thus hidden, lurks within her steady gaze, and steadfast readiness skulks in her lax stance of seeming indifference. she stands firm in the favor of the slow light, a spellbound nymph of silver tongue, awaiting the retreat of the other in calm confidence. aplomb little dented by her smooth assertion of the regulations, her look is cool and brooks no refusal. you've spoiled your first - pardon, second - chance among us by taking it too soon. dare you rush the process of selection? others have paid, and heavily, meeting their ends at our wrath**

~siren~