Kamaria
I would rather stay here
Where the moon, it glows
Where the moon, it glows
Today is a special day. Her first birthday has passed, and she's asked her father for something... special. Something she isn't even sure she's ready for.
And yet, there's a skip in her step as they walk through the Wilds. They've left the comfort of their home, moving past the meadow's reach. Her hands reach out to touch soft flower petals as they pass through the meadow, green weeds casting stains across the bottom of her dress. She tosses reassuring smiles back at her father as they go. Until tall grasses give way to an empty field.
Well, almost empty. Her bluish-green gaze shadows as she takes in the sight of the spiraling staircase. Its steps lead up and up and up... to what? Or where? She wonders.
She comes to a sudden halt in her steps, chest deflating as she turns to face her father. "Where do they go, Dad?" She asks, pointing to the staircase, an expectant edge in her tone {as she fully believes that he must know the answer}. She tries to catch her breath as she waits.
And yet, there's a skip in her step as they walk through the Wilds. They've left the comfort of their home, moving past the meadow's reach. Her hands reach out to touch soft flower petals as they pass through the meadow, green weeds casting stains across the bottom of her dress. She tosses reassuring smiles back at her father as they go. Until tall grasses give way to an empty field.
Well, almost empty. Her bluish-green gaze shadows as she takes in the sight of the spiraling staircase. Its steps lead up and up and up... to what? Or where? She wonders.
She comes to a sudden halt in her steps, chest deflating as she turns to face her father. "Where do they go, Dad?" She asks, pointing to the staircase, an expectant edge in her tone {as she fully believes that he must know the answer}. She tries to catch her breath as she waits.
Soaring doves and falling crows
Laughter is the only sound here
Laughter is the only sound here
