lighting beacons within ourselves

lily from what i’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire As if there was ever any doubt that the luxere would be attracted to the two women, if not for their singing, then for their (mostly) kind hearts and Evie’s healing magic. As Lily starts into the third verse, the shadows begin to move out of the dark trees, small puffs of breath white against the cold air. “Give me again all that was there, Give me the sun that shone, Give me the eyes, give me the soul, Give me the lad that’s gone.” And here, the singer slows to a halt, never ceasing to be amazed by the glowing antlers on top of their heads. She pulls a piece of bread out of her pocket and breathlessly offes it to one of the nearest creatures, trying to pet its soft nose while lightly singing the refrain under her breath one last time. “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”