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Hello, Old Friend
The night was a welcome cover for the figure, the noir sky blending in rather nicely with her brown locks and her midnight azure cowl. The figure moved swiftly from the floating vessel on which she ventured to the Crown Isle; her home- for now at least. The crashing waves and familiar scents were a warm welcome, which would easily suffice far more than any human interaction would.
White strips of linen lines her hands, which were tainted red-- a nasty contrast in comparison of the ocean blue silks she adorned.
The chill of the wind did nought in the ways of throw her off; she merely kept on clip-clopping onwards for what felt like an age. Finally, the sounds emanating from her heels on the stone path came to an end, the form, in turn, coming to an abrupt halt.
Her rose and white laced hands came unto her hood, lifting it up and off her head in one fell swoop. Her ice blue eyes became prominent, as did her ghostly pale skin, which appeared to give off an almost ethereal glow in the dimness of the dusk; an almost ironic counter were her foxy crimson painted lips.
Her gaze wandered for a good few minutes, taking in the familiar surroundings once more whilst her dark lips curled into a smirk. Thereafter, they slowly parted, for the owner to speak in her usual icy fashion.
"Hello, Regalia."
She'd state in a coy manner before the corner of her lips lifted further into a grin.
"Did you miss me?"
With that, she'd sashay on, almost becoming one with the shadows as she lifted her hood once again.
