Come to Play?

With a bottle of booze between her paws, priceless gemstones on golden chains adorning her wrists, and a gleam of mischief shimmering in her eyes, Nimue finds herself perched on the low-hanging branch of a tree, enjoying the warm, night-time breeze. In the fern gully, the air was thick with the rich earthy scent of damp soil, and the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers- a welcoming contrast to the musky, stale scent of the ancient ruins she had raided earlier. They’d found some valuable treasures, and some artifacts that were centuries old, her group told her. But she liked the booze and the gems the most. She’d probably trade them off for something better anyway- but for now, she could wear them, and feel flashy for a night.

Taking another swig, Nimue clears her throat and looks out across the valley. Moonlight filtered softly through the dense canopy above, illuminating the forest floor covered in ferns and moss. Fireflies danced around the foliage, staying low to the ground. Seeing them from her vantage point, almost made her feel like a god. Perhaps this is what it felt like to be the moon on a warm, summer night.

"Nimue Vasanti"