At a glance

Wandering around the floating island, the sound of running water pulls small feet towards it and Nerissa climbs onto one of the larger rocks rounding the whirlpool to kneel so she can look into it, letting her gaze relax until the sun shining over the wavering ripples gives way to a blinding sheen that makes her pupils expand as she adjusts to it. A calm and opened mind is all it took and she's looking intently at shadows shifting over the light. Each slow breath bringing it into focus until she's seeing not shapes but actual figures moving. This is how she watches from the Dreaming, learning what goes on beyond and in the waking world of man. The sparkles playing over her lightly tanned skin as she moves her gaze at the figures moving around. Familiar ones, Lorne...some coven members with a few unknown faces moving, talking. Her brow furrows as she leans her weight on her hands, trying to figure out what's going on because its all she's able to do but watch, like a television with a broken volume button stuck on perpetual mute.

She chews at her lip some and sits back again on her legs while she still keeps her eyes on the images before finally breaking from the trance to think about the stuff she saw. A long heavy black feather rests in her delicate fingertips and she brushes it along her chin and across her cheek, the smell of not something but someone clinging to this obsidian object that catches light against the microscopic quills to pain a rainbow on each strand. It always fascinates her as much as gives her a reason to smile. This feather is only one of so many cherished objects she holds in her possession and finally she presses it into curls as she picks herself up with a yawn.

Even though it looked like the middle of the day, she felt drained and tired as if it were the wee hours of the am and she ached to seek out the bed. And, tis exactly what she did. Wings tear from her shoulder blades, gritting at the pain it actually brings her when she does things like that, and with a sudden run and leap, she drops off the edge of the floating land to catch a good lifting wind to push her towards one of the other islands. The snowy ground of pristine white draws her in and she sweeps around to catch it in passing, dropping down and dancing across the slippery ground to a skidding halt and drops the wings to fold up behind her as she walks towards the large tent that is going to be her sleeping quarters this time. Everything around her holds love's essense and she always feels comforted by it, going to collaspe onto the flooring of rugs, pillows, furs that soon lull her to a restful sleep.