[FANTASY AU]
The guardian narrows his eyes as he looks at her, jaw clenching as he stands up, his height slightly towering over her.
"I thought I told you not to come here again." He says.
"I'm trying!" She protests, eyes wide as she looks around, a...
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EunAe lets out a long, heavy sigh as she opens another box, her eyes briefly drifting to the forest outside through her open door before she forces herself to look away and focus on the task at hand.
She really needs to finish unpacking if she wants to settle in as fast as possible and make this place her home.
After a while of unpacking, the girl tilts her head back and let's out a puff of air through her cheeks.
Perhaps she should take a break.
Thinking more on it, she is definitely going to take a break., and she knows just what to do.
With a pleased sigh, EunAe stares at the forest from the comfort of her home, her shoulder resting against the wooden door frame as she takes a sip from the warm tea in her hands, her thoughts constantly going back to him.
Her first meeting with the guardian hadn't been ideal. As far as meetings go, it was quite a disaster, not to mention that she didn't make the best of impressions on him.
Him.
Who exactly is he?
At least for now and until proven otherwise, EunAe believes that the mysterious man in the forest is a guardian.
She had never met one before, but then again, had anyone ever met a mysterious being like him?
EunAe knows there are stories about them, tales of old about about guardians and protectors of the forest, and something tells her that he is connected to them somehow.
If only she could see him again.
With another sigh, she turns back to her things. Perhaps she should finish unpacking. Hopefully getting busy will help her not to think about him.
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It's no use.
No matter how hard she tries, she just can't stop thinking about him.
With a pout, the girl notices her journal not too far from her, the object sparking up an idea.
It's time to go out and explore a bit.
Smiling, she rushes to her feet and heads out the door, pen and journal in hand as she makes her way towards the nearest tree, examining the leaves and bark of the tree to identify its species, jolting down notes as she goes.
