[SE]lost your balance on a tightrope

Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands

Phoebe's enthusiasm brought a smile to Liam's face, and he took the opportunity to look the dress over more closely as she swished the skirts around. "A true rarity," he said of the pockets, a wry grin on his face. He had heard his late wife complain many a time about the lack of pockets in women's clothing, and once he was aware of the problem, it was hard not to notice it. He was no fashionista, but pockets were certainly one thing that he could be enthusiastic about.

He hadn't meant to bring a frown to her pretty face with his line of questions, and he considered thoughtfully with the hope that he could come up with a suitable suggestion. "Maybe some kind of enchanted signposts for the forest?" he mused. "You know, since the paths like to change. Maybe signs that always point back to Sidhe Village or other points of interest?"

Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands

Liam