Tonight Of All Nights
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chaosunraveledCharacters: Eileen and Julius
Setting: Witchlight Forest and the Grey Manor
Content: Worksafe
Summary: A new arrival is escorted to her new home by the grey shepherd.
Slivers of moonlight filtered through a small rift between the branches in the thick canopy overhead as dew-drenched leaves fluttered in the breeze. Beyond the path, the forest stirred innocently with the songs of crickets and small creatures. Their eyes caught the glow from the moon as the beasts darted and crawled amongst the shadows, all shapes obscured and twisted in the darkness. Then the wind picked up suddenly, a hollow roar sweeping away all other sounds save for the clatter of trembling branches and snap of breaking twigs.
When all was still again, the moon had moved just so along its trek in Morganda’s sky. Enough light was cast to illuminate the face of a bone-white mask, its silhouette tapered down to a point, like a beak. Its owner sat with her back pressed against the trunk of a tree, her body nestled between its ancient roots like an egg tucked away in a nest. Her attire appeared almost entirely black, with touches of silver here and there in the buttons that lined her vest, and the buckle of the belt at her waist. The cloak seemed completely shredded, but it was actually lined with dozens upon dozens of loose pieces of tattered cloth, the deliberate design resembling the feathers on the wings of a crow.
Ever so faintly, her shoulders rose and fell in time with her shallow breaths. Behind the mask, the wearer’s eyelids were closed in slumber, flickers of dreams hinted at in their subtle shifting motions. Something restless in her sleep, disquieted, began to rouse her, quickening her heart until she was gasping, panting.
She startled awake at last. The flinch of her shoulders was sharp as Eileen regained consciousness, and she began to notice her surroundings for the first time.
‘Was I… dreaming?’
Setting: Witchlight Forest and the Grey Manor
Content: Worksafe
Summary: A new arrival is escorted to her new home by the grey shepherd.
Slivers of moonlight filtered through a small rift between the branches in the thick canopy overhead as dew-drenched leaves fluttered in the breeze. Beyond the path, the forest stirred innocently with the songs of crickets and small creatures. Their eyes caught the glow from the moon as the beasts darted and crawled amongst the shadows, all shapes obscured and twisted in the darkness. Then the wind picked up suddenly, a hollow roar sweeping away all other sounds save for the clatter of trembling branches and snap of breaking twigs.
When all was still again, the moon had moved just so along its trek in Morganda’s sky. Enough light was cast to illuminate the face of a bone-white mask, its silhouette tapered down to a point, like a beak. Its owner sat with her back pressed against the trunk of a tree, her body nestled between its ancient roots like an egg tucked away in a nest. Her attire appeared almost entirely black, with touches of silver here and there in the buttons that lined her vest, and the buckle of the belt at her waist. The cloak seemed completely shredded, but it was actually lined with dozens upon dozens of loose pieces of tattered cloth, the deliberate design resembling the feathers on the wings of a crow.
Ever so faintly, her shoulders rose and fell in time with her shallow breaths. Behind the mask, the wearer’s eyelids were closed in slumber, flickers of dreams hinted at in their subtle shifting motions. Something restless in her sleep, disquieted, began to rouse her, quickening her heart until she was gasping, panting.
She startled awake at last. The flinch of her shoulders was sharp as Eileen regained consciousness, and she began to notice her surroundings for the first time.
‘Was I… dreaming?’