get the moonlight out of your hair

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone When Harper agreed to meet her at the VlamVloed, Lily couldn’t help but feel like it might be a date. Which is absurd, because they’d just met and neither of them had actually said anything about courting. Regardless of what it is or isn’t, she spends a considerable amount of time going through the five or six dresses in her wardrobe, moaning over what it was like to have twice that many, and trying them on again and again. Eventually she settles for a dark blue one that compliments the green of her eyes and the fire of her hair. Perhaps too modest for her taste, but this is not a courtship. She arrives at the bar with a slight flush in the brisk evening, stupidly foregoing a wrap; the breeze has tossed her hair into a bit of a blown-out mess, but she gathers it to one side and twists, pulling it into some semblance of submission. As she approaches the bar, she realizes Sunjata isn’t there - in fact, she hasn't seen him in quite some time - and idly wonders what he’s doing or where he’s gotten himself off to. However, the thought doesn’t last long as she orders and then carries her drink to a half-lit corner and settles in, relishing the feeling of the burn in her throat and familiarity of this scenario. This feels like home - except the men are nicer and cleaner and - okay, it isn’t quite like old times. But she’s missed going to a tavern in anticipation. merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye