wicked
02-21-2019, 11:51 AM
The snow comes, white and glistening, erasing the troubles beneath, directing the cinnamon babe toward a new and positive day. The coldness only crispens up her resolve to find food today. Perhaps in this swirling perfect whiteness that gives crystalline kisses, the coolness in the air will rejuvenate her soul, elevate her spirit and give her more reasons to step forward with confidence. It might be winter but there is beauty in it, clarity, the kind of thinking that lets her notice small details like how the trees though bare have the promise of spring within them, like the Gods themselves lies dormant in the branches, ready to burst forth and greet the world or like how one of her spawns went into a small adventure of her own. Of course it was Banshee. The babe did not even had to see her ashen crown in order to gamble it was her. With a hum of her full, ebon lips she prowled towards the small creature, regalia held low and elegant tea cups gracefully and silently headed towards her. As soon as the spawn was in front of a tree, the babe rose, balancing her strenght on her back limbs as the front ones were places upon its bark. All it took where a few shakes for the snow to fall upon the spawn.Where do you think you are going, devil chop? she purred, serpentine bodice creeped from behind the three, brow arched in question. |
