[PQ] you are still headed where you need to be

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone What would make Lily happy right now? The jovial redhead frowns for a moment, genuinely considering the question. She’s not unhappy. But she isn’t happy either. And if you asked Lily what would make her happy, she may not be able to give a definite answer. Despite all the internal turmoil and uncertainty, there is something that would put a smile on the entertainer’s face: Summer. Sunshine. Heat that finds its way into your core and keeps you warm long after the sun goes down. It seems almost impossible to remember summer now, so stymied are they in the Blight and the darkness and the snow, but Lily grasps out for that memory of dancing in the festival - of Lucas and the heat between them, the heaviness of the air. The words. The touches. The sweet release. It’s not really about Lucas. It’s about the feeling of being wanted. And the happy sweat. So she dredges up something from the depths of her memory and sings it loud and proud through the trees. merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye