[PQ] to sing the waters still

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone She’d been a fool to miss that the party was mostly redheads, turning her gaze on Arialla and Aisha, she offers them both a dazzling, wide smile, and extends a hand enthusiastically. “Hi, I’m Lily,’ she offers, after learning just one of their names. Holding up her own preparations, the singer politely declines Evie’s offerings, having come already prepared, like the ‘veteran’ of LongNights that she is. In fact, she takes her own bag of hay and ties it to an overhanging branch, to keep it ‘dry’ whilst they work. Instructions given, she looks at the cold ground with the tiniest frown. More cold things. Yuck. Well, maybe fur will protect better than gloves can. Partially shifting her hands into paws, Lily is hopeful that she’ll be able to withstand the cold a little better and move more surface area. Fur ruffles up her neck to keep her warm, though she soon finds that it isn’t needed - the activity itself generates some body heat to make her soon retract the built-in scarf. And when her paws begin to get cold, she begins to kick and scrape at the snow with her boots. merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye