Aolani
Aolani was no longer alone.
The other presence became known to her, and was...complex? Not an angel. Not a demon. Not an elf. Yet somehow all three? How curious.
But the mysterious man was not a bother. He was a curiosity; watching her with what could only be described as a hunger. His aura was a tangled mess of anger, kept boiling under the surface, like a horse chomping at the bit and ready to buck itself free. She chuckled to herself. This stranger needed to meditate more than her, it seemed. The scent of the magnolia blossoms overhead lulled her back into the world, tempting her to cast aside her inner peace and engage the stranger who'd been eyeing her from a distance.
"Would you care to join me?" she asked, opening her vibrant blue eyes to look around her secret garden for the mystery man of anger.
She found him easily; it wasn't hard to miss a man of his stature. He looked like a statue carved in reverence of the gods, with the stony expression to match, but it was his eyes that drew her in the most. Red irises against black sclera, and they were entirely unreadable. There was definitely a hunger there--it put Aolani on edge, just a bit. It reminded her of how she felt before war. A thirst for battle and the thrill of conquest.
Feelings she left behind long, long ago.
The angel shifted closer to the tree, and patted the grass next to her in invitation. "If you're going to watch, you may as well come closer," she said with a gentle smile. "It seems as though some meditation would do you well."
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