It is of little surprise that, during the Longheat months, particularly at the height of the afternoon, the hotsprings are far from popular. Add in Dahlia's presence, and the misty reaches of the Eye of the Storm are uncharacteristically silent as she walks through, over small wooden bridges decorated with tropical flowers and beside the stone shores dappled with sunlight.
Wearing a simple white sundress and with her hair braided out of her face, she seems more maiden than Reaper in the moment, crouching beside the springs to trail her hand through the steaming water, full lips curving up in a smile. All is not well - far from it, in truth - but that is not how it appears. Appearance is everything, in her experience of this world and its trappings, and she doesn't plan on ruining it now.
Wearing a simple white sundress and with her hair braided out of her face, she seems more maiden than Reaper in the moment, crouching beside the springs to trail her hand through the steaming water, full lips curving up in a smile. All is not well - far from it, in truth - but that is not how it appears. Appearance is everything, in her experience of this world and its trappings, and she doesn't plan on ruining it now.
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
