Hazel eyes glistened and shone with the reflected lights of the dancing fireflies surrounding the flower girl. By the sounds of an orchestra unheard, she watched the flower girl twirl and swirl, almost euphoric in her spiralling movements. A full smile now blossomed and held on fondly at the full dusky rose coloured lips of the Latina as her eyes traced downward from the flower girls face to the the hem of her dirtied gown, billowing and swishing in accompaniment to the music unheard.
A slight tilt of the head the tall Latina gave as she continued to watch in delight, oblivious that her own black-smeared and blood dotted light brown face was but a shadow of her own mother's lovely face now, accented even more by the brilliant red flower tucked behind her right ear. Yet still, she sighed, both hands reached upward and found themselves clasped together neath her dirtied chin and long neck as, yet still, she watched-- no, admired the two of them now, a beautifully unique and alluringly sexless body inadvertently swept up in the twisting frills and humming aura of the dancing flower girl.
A moment, for just a brief moment, Mia-Canta joined in on the dance as she caught the hand of the flower girl. And so a small giggle trickled away from MC's mouth. What else could one do in such a sublime moment; dancing with fireflies in the forest of Hell, after narrowly escaping the fall of the devil's frying pan?
Nothing but laugh for their poor souls.
And so they ran on. And on.
The beautiful sexless one's name was: Robin. Even her voice was sexless. A sideways glance, MC gave her, just a curious glance... The garb Robin wore was not familiar in the very least to MC, but they seemed to be rather practical and functional. And Robin's hat! Oh, how Mia-Canta wanted to pluck it off Robin's head and try it on for size. Esta Bonita! But as they ran on, the curious glances soon turned into more intrusive glances as shy hazel eyes continued to trace the lithe physique of the other girl and slip around and about checking for those certain lovely mountains and lovelier valleys.
If they made eye contact, Mia-Canta was sure that in the low light, Robin would not notice that the tall Latina had quickly turned cheek, with said cheeks at full heat and blush; a sheepish, possibly guilty smile still residing upon full dusky rose lips.
Mia-Canta thought for a second as they ran, about where she was, and exactly what she was doing before waking up here in the Forest of Hell. Yes, MC did love to wear dangly trinkets, baubles, beads, feathers, bracelets, bangles, braided strings and such lovelier things, but why so many this time? And her hair above was rather showy and her top neath her poncho very, very showy and revealing. As if... was it fiesta back home? What time of year was it? And where were her shoes?!
And oh, how curious she was to know of the others' last memories before waking here too, but that would have to wait for now. There was a change in the forest and in the disposition, it seemed, of the silent and fading flower girl. And now MC smelled the change as well.
It smelled like when she and her siblings would take the dogs to show them off-- it smelled like when they were getting closer to a someone's home... the face or faces linked to such smells were clouded in her mind, she could not see them. But MC found the smells launched in her memory the old metal of a bridge that rose high above swift moving, frothy liquid rushing past large, slippery rocks neath it.
MC slowed down a bit and tried to impress such images upon the owl, and in those thoughts she tried to emote concern and trepidation, but all the while she kept her mind and aura open to any thoughts or images that Senior Buho might impress upon her. But just trailing those thoughts and images, sliding in and out were questions about who was shooting at them and why... and of course, what exactly was emitting the violet light from the lantern tucked away in Robin's possession.
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