07-23-2019, 12:08 PM
Both girls lean into the story at first, letting the pictures paint themselves across their minds. Oleandar tips her large eyes to the sky and imagines the meadow flowers and night-blooming buds that open in the silvery light of the moon. She inhales a deep and peaceful breath, smiling as she exhales. Wrena does not let her bright eyes wander away from the stallion, and tips her ears back after listening to a bit of his detail. She was not unimpressed, but her interest was no longer taut and reeling in further; the line has snapped and as quietly as she was listening for a moment, she exited the scene even quieter.
Her sister felt her body warmth peel away and still did not open her eyes. In the language of sisters, they said goodbye to one another. The moth sister remains and the other sister departs down the hill and away into the shadows. Neither sister fears the separation, as it never lasts long.
“It sounds heavenly, Aten.” her attention settles back onto him, her smile brighter than before.
Oleandar
the moth-child of elysium & city
sorry for the wait <3
@[Aten]