lighting beacons within ourselves

lily from what i’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire It takes a bit before Lily notices the other standing a short distance away, adding nuance to her hymn-like song in a delightful manner. She pauses at the end of the verse, flushed, fire-colored whisps floating about her head like a gentle halo. The singer touches her chest as if she’s slightly lightly embarrassed, though she knows deep down she has nothing to be self-conscious about. Skipping over to Evie, she holds out her gloved hands to her fellow redhead and beckons with a wide smile, continuing to sing as she waits for the woman’s approval or dismissal. “Mull was astem, Rum on the port Eigg on the starboard bow. Glory of youth glowed in his soul, Where is that glory now?” If it's granted, she'll tug the woman into the empty space and lead her in a series of easy steps, moving them both in a circle around each other. If not, well then she'll continue on by herself with nary a fuss about it. "Sing me a song of a lass that is gone Say could that lass be I? Merry of a soul, she sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye"