Mariella Rina on Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:10 pm
A bright smile crossed her lips as she shook the other girls hand lightly, her delicate fingers clasping the other girls also delicate but much stronger ones. Her azure eyes wandered over the other girls physical appearance and noted the discomfort in which the girl held herself.
'I wonder, is she uncomfortable in what shes wearing?' Ella thought to herself as she took a step back from the pack of friends, her hair tumbling forward over her shoulder as she bowed to the trio. One slippered foot out stretched, the other leg bent at the knee.
"Its a pleasure to meet you all. I'm Mariella. Are all of you new here?" She asked as she introduced herself as her eyes once again flickered to the girl nearest her. Hesitating she shyly looked away her eyes averted to the tree top above her as her lips parted to speak. Her soft melodic voice whispered softly.
"Are you alright, you look very uncomfortable. Are your shoes hurting you?" The question passed her lips before her brain could filter it.
"Oh! How horribly rude of me to ask that. Please forgive me. Its just I saw you looking at my own ballet slippers and I happen to find them much more comfortable that the kind your wearing. Much easier to run free, and easier to feel the earth with them on then the runners your wearing." She stuttered trying desperately to compensate for her rudeness. Her fingers started to nervously fiddle and tug at the strap of her bag and she shifted back and forth on her feet. She felt like bolting, she never liked being surrounded.
"Umm... If you wished you could come by the shrine and I could give you all a tour on the locals. And we could get you new shoes if you wished."
She didn't understand why she knew the girl hated the shoes she was wearing, or that they needed to come to the shrine and how it would help them. Her slender fingers dug through the bag pulling out a soft pastel peach colored paper and a rich aqua inked pen. Writing down the address to the shrine she held it out to what seemed the leader of the group, though the girl by the picnic table had yet to move, she held the paper out to her.
"It's the Shrine of the Moon. It is different from the other shrines around here. It could be comforting to you all." She whispered softly her eyes down cast. She really didn't understand what she was doing. 'Oh Goddess Mother.' She thought. 'Please guide my actions and make it so this is not a mistake.' She trembled softly, unused to really interacting with others this much. Why was she inviting them over? Was the Mother Goddess trying to get them solstice? If this was her path, then alright.
Her hair fluttered in the breeze as she waited, half bowed, holding the paper to the other girl. The scent of the wolf hidden within her small slight frame coiling around her as the ways that were ingrained into it faught the human ones that kept her hackles from raising and backing away snarling. She hateded it when these unknown impulses would seize her. She faught desperately with her inner self as she slowly started to back toward the front doors of the school.