flyleaf

melisande




⥼it was time. her time to make decisions she put off, and frankly denied far too long now. it wasn't the same for her anymore. the essence of it all, it changed like summer to winter. a cold draft that made her stiff and stuck within the lands of Polaris. her passion seeped and wasted, and her will to remain here dissipating as days went on. it left her filled with sorrow and nostalgia.
she arrives, coming to seek out saga or Haydee to explain and make peace with her departure. she howled for a few moments, call out to them as she stood. her tiny crimson body awaiting either or.⥽


"talk" "think"