wind in the willows
04-04-2017, 10:39 PM
Lili looked to her father as he appeared. They spark and glimmer, absolutely alight. It's sharp, stark, a contrast to the low light of the evening. Things are strange. Things will continue to be strange, especially as a young god. "Father," she nods. There's a smile. She smiles to her father, nodding lightly. It's endearing. She's endearing herself, there's a wit and sparkle. Tail twitching, head high. So high, high on life and existing. It's that little spark of madness. It's bright and brilliant, hot and frank. All at once. It kept her together without doing too much to drag her off course. "Warm, actually. I found some nightshade, but I haven't figured out how to collect it without... risk." Lilith snorts a soft laugh to herself, head tilting to her father. Nightshade was, of course, one of the most dangerous things. One of the most immensely dangerous things you could hold, and she would use it to the fullest extent. It's whole. She's keeping herself whole, and there's something bizarre in the air. Lilith may be the thing in the air that's bizarre. That's okay too, and it fits her well. "How was your day, dad?" It's soft. She's wondering, curious. Openly curious and willing to show that with her father. Lilith needs to know and needs to be good at knowing. |
Current time: 11-06-2024, 06:39 AM
Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2024 MyBB Group.
