The Sylph was thin and bright and not quite there, and whenever a stiff breeze blew, her essence drifted along with it, but her pressence was also soothing and calming, and Jeriah did not know how to act. He'd think her human if not for her eyes and the stained-glass-window insect wings that looked far too fragile to support a girl that size, despite how thin she was. She was wild and passionate and playful, like the breeze that brought her, and as she watched him, he knew she'd be gone before he knew it. But as the Sylph pressed her cool, willowy form against his side and snuggled down next to him to watch the dying embers of the fire, Jeriah knew he'd wait for her to come back, time and time again.
The pomegranate was innocuous and heavy in her hand, the red melting into purple melting into orange. The fruit was so ripe that the usually tough skin broke apart with the lightest touch, spilling out it's viscera and staining her pale spidery fingers fuschia. Maichi looked at it sadly, t