(o) quiet are the earth's graves

lily from what i’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire Lily shrieks again (in glee, don’t let it fool you) as Harper darts forward, but she is rather unsuccessful against his efforts and is pinched again. She mock gasps and feigns injury before returning to the instructed amount of distance between them. “Well this certainly isn’t good behavior, you scoundrel,” she retorts with another little finger wag, trying to hide a smile. Yes, she secretly likes it and him, stranger though he is. And while she is interested in where he comes from, he rattles off a list of things that do and do not makes sense. Her brow furrows slightly. Electricity? Superpowered individuals? “So like Caido and not like Caido?” Lily posits back, before answering the question too. “Portsmouth, in the great state of Virginia. 1790 - or at least it was when I left.” They come to a clump of flowers and Lily pauses to pick a couple, before looking up and seeing the edge of the Forest. She isn’t ready to leave either, but there are things for her to do and they should totally meet again when timelines catch up. Gesturing at the edge, she smiles slightly. “And what did you do in this corrupt city?”