A Crimson Blossom

[shadarsedai]

It is beautiful, this place.

Di'aliz twirls the flower (Careful check for danger first, delicate threads of air and spirit, always caution) between slender fingers at she waits. In the soft sunshine of the late afternoon, the dark red of the flowers is warm, almost glowing in the light

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[always_a_liar]

And he is there. A figure clad all in white. The robe seemed to blush against the crimson of the flowers. Black hair framed a face as beautiful as an angel. His eyes seemed to shine, they were such a shade of blue. A trick of the light perhaps.

"Di'aliz."

A voice as soft and pretty as the man it came from looked.

[shadarsedai]

"Ishamael."

She turns to him, unhurried, and gives a slight incline of the head. Small smile not leaving her face. The red flower continues to twirl between her fingers.

[always_a_liar]

A twitch of a smile on his own face as he slowly walked towards her. His white robe seemed to rise out of the flowers, as if he were an extension of the vale they stood in. The slightest twitch of a grin on that pretty face.

"Thank you for coming... Even on such short notice."

[shadarsedai]

"Not at all. I would not be so impolite as to ignore such a request."

Still holding the flower, her hands fold daintily before her.