wind in the willows
02-25-2017, 09:48 AM
Lilith is curious about the plants, about the willows. About the great feathery trees that seemed to cast the longest shadows. It's a fading light, dusk around her shoulders like a familiar blanket. Stars would start showing their faces soon enough. They would begin to peek down from their suspension within the cosmos, and Lilith would be able to stare upon them once more. The blood moon baby has bright eyes and an even brighter wit. Nothing can touch her. Not tonight. It's as if she's a part of the dusk itself. Pushing herself, driving herself, moving overland with such great force and excitement... it's unmatched. It's positively unmatched. Lilith is exploring through the trees, seeking herbs, looking for something... different. She's different. Something is different than usual within the bloody shouldered baroness, and that's scary. Well. It should be. Different should be scary, but it's the absence of fear that makes her who she is. Darkness was on the horizon, but it hadn't come quite yet. At the feet of the hulking trees, Lilith wanders. She's safe here. She's more than safe. Night can come on as it may, and whatever it bring she'll be ready. The trees, of course, will be her home for now. lilith. follow no false light |