Early afternoon sunlight kissed the earth in brilliant shades of fall. The trees were adorned with leaves of deep burgundy, oranges, reds, and yellows. If you breathed in deep enough, you could almost taste autumn - spices and smoked hickory and decaying plant life. The Unseelie faerie wished to bathe herself in this scent, and wear it around like the finest of perfumes. Fall Solstice was intoxicating to her kind in a deeply spiritual, almost religious way, just as the Spring Solstice was to the Seelie.
Kiara rolled around, pressing her face to the earth before settling on her back, wings spread flat, and gripping the crunchy grass with her toes. She took in every sight, sound, and smell with awestruck wonder. Nature was absolutely divine, and she would never cease to be enraptured by it’s beauty. Her eyes reflected the rarest of colors for her, besides white, and were a peaceful, tranquil, light blue.
“Hmm…” she hummed absently before sitting up. A few dried leaves were poking out of her messy cherry-colored mane, not that she cared in the slightest. Kiki pawed around in her hand-woven knapsack, pulling out some pots of paint from her homeland and a medium-sized canvas. After setting up the canvas on a makeshift tripod, Kiara set to work on painting an image of the largest tree in the center of the school’s courtyard. What a brilliant monster of a tree it was, too, it must be at least 40 meters tall!
Diligently working away on her art, Kiara had managed to unknowingly smear a streak of fiery orange paint across her cheek whilst relieving an itch. The piece was starting to really come along, and Kiki was quite proud of it; Proud enough that she decided that she would give it to Morgan. She hadn’t yet made something that even came close to the beauty of the ice lotus sculpture he gave her, but this would be a start. Thinking of the warlock brought a rosy tint to her glamoured pale complexion and a bright smile to her lips.
Kiara's slightly pointed ears perked up at the rapidly approaching sound of barking and yelling. She turned her paint-smeared face to investigate the source of the sound.