Thread: To mend, everything that died. {Siri and ForeverM}

S yrie was caught off guard at the reaction from the beautiful creature before. She stared in amazement as the elements appeared to suddenly respond to the creature, encasing her. Her eyes were wide with wonder and amazement. However, she still took a step back at feeling the rage and angered aura of the other. She backtracked through her mind, wondering if she had done or said something wrong just then to cause such an angry response from the other. Just as Syrie was to ask what she had done wrong, it was though the other completely vanished. Even though it was only fractions of seconds, it felt like several minutes had gone by before suddenly there was a shift in the ground at Syrie's feet. As the earth was again moved, the woman had reappeared before Syrie, this time facing her. She had been completely caught off guard and even though if she wished it, she could have easily dodged the other. However, she did not budge. Syrie remained still as she felt the hand grasp her neck. Something within Syrie had calmed her, reassuring her that everything was to be fine. Despite the fact that it appeared as though this was the first time she saw the woman, there was an odd comfort she felt looking into those pure white orbs. There was a familiarity to them. Syrie watched as the woman's expression suddenly changed and heard her speak. Empress? Instantly, Syrie thought of what her adoptive parents had told her in regards to her birth mother and the title she carried. She felt a breeze atop of her head as the cap was brushed off by one of the hands, her ears instantly perking up at the freedom of no longer being restrained by the cap. Her ears twitched in response and recognition to her name being called. This woman knew her name and knew of her mother. Something was nagging Syrie on, pushing her towards the woman as those guiding her. I am Syrie. Did, did you know my mother? My real mother? She asked, nearly hopeful. Soon, something had clicked in Syrie's mind. The overturn in power that had caused her mother to flee. Her ears slanted back for a moment as she stared at the woman, almost in question. Was this woman friend or foe? Should Syrie have come out to so openly to this woman? A voice soon echoed in Syrie's mind. 'It's alright, little one. She is one you can trust. Her name is Saleina and she is your strongest ally.' Syrie had closed her mind as she listened to the soft and tender voice echo in her mind. Slowly her eyes opened as she stared at the woman with a warm and kind gaze in her eyes. A soft smile caressed and curved her lips ever so tenderly. Your name, it's Saleina? She asked, curiously. I don't know how I would know that. This is going to sound strange, even coming from a freak like me, but I heard a voice in my head tell me that's your name. She then spoke, with a soft laugh as she glanced to the side. Syrie couldn't stop her eyes from wandering back to the other, roaming over her body. She was truly beautiful and attractive. Syrie had never seen beauty before and envied her beauty. She was even further marveled at the way the elements seemed to react to the other. She was fascinated at how that had happened. Even further still, she had more questions and wanted to know about the market she had followed the other into several nights before. Syrie began to chew upon her lower lip as her gaze once again cast to the ground, her eyes searching for something to focus upon but alas once more they were locked by the other's eyes. I was led to you for some reason, and I don't know why.