WHO: Aria and Kennet WHEN: June 8th WHERE: Kennet's Trailer PROMPT: Travelers WARNINGS: TBD
It was late and the moon was high. Aria had gone out, as she had said that she would, to take to the skies. The jungle air was heavy and oppressive, but up amongst the clouds and the stars she breathed deep and danced in a pleasant, thin coolness, the moisture of which clung to her eyelashes and feathers and cast diamondesque droplets that shimmered in the glow of the full moon with each graceful, capricious spiral her body made. Being grounded for too long did not suit her. She needed to be able to stretch her wings, to carve delicate patterns into the clouds with her dancing and feel the zephyr's caress as it flowed not only around her but through her.
Such liberation was something that had been denied to her once. This was something she could never forget, and something that now reminded her of her Djinn friend, contained to the grounds below. The lilac of her eyes glowed a little brighter with the injustice she still felt over his situation. The recollection of the sapphire brilliance of his bindings made her visibly bristle. But he had granted her some of his time this evening, and she intended to take advantage. It was the least she could do to pull him out of his routine, if only for a few minutes. Her semi-translucent form dove downward, her wings carrying her with startling speed back toward the earth below, and when she landed she immediately appeared back in her human glamour, perfectly material and quite unkempt. Droplets of water still dewed her skin, causing the gauzy fabric of her dress to cling to her in places, and her hair, now golden strands instead of silver feathers, looked very much as though she had just stuck her head in front of jet turbine for a few hours.
She either didn't notice, or didn't care. She had landed just where she wanted to be, and she lifted one dainty hand to rap sharply against the door of the Ringmaster's trailer before clasping her fingers behind her back. When he answered, she smiled brightly, still flush with the exhilaration of her dance. "Good evening, Kennet. I'm here to disrupt your work, as promised."