Unspoken Intentions

[PRINCE CAIUS TORIN DRAVOS]

Her smile widens from above and she leans over the railing her hair fall around her in a mass wave of curls .

For a moment, I forget what it is I am— what was I?...

She disappears and in a moment she is racing down the stairs. I notice that she does not wear her uniform anymore, instead, she looks to wear the mundane human attire that they often wear, of trousers and a