Lena
let me wander
with the ones
with the ones
An arctic fox was not a customary figure on the banks of Torchline; certainly not natural, anyway. But spirited dispositions and will to simply not think about the world she belonged to, for just a moment, gave her a sense of ease as sand shifted beneath her feet, the dusk light barely catching at the ivory puffs of her billowing tail, a semblance of luck and fortune and promise granting her a temporary reprieve along the Miana Pool.
Her vulpine features peeked along the gentle, rippling surface – until there was either a pressing reflection of the moon or simply her essence drifting along the smooth veneer, permitting a short little burst of glee to pervade through her form.
Then she was ambling towards the rocks nearby, nose and eyes taking them in, pondering which to select, what to choose, to make some wish that would allow for some wonder, for some hope.
Her vulpine features peeked along the gentle, rippling surface – until there was either a pressing reflection of the moon or simply her essence drifting along the smooth veneer, permitting a short little burst of glee to pervade through her form.
Then she was ambling towards the rocks nearby, nose and eyes taking them in, pondering which to select, what to choose, to make some wish that would allow for some wonder, for some hope.
who are tangled in stars
and tethered to promise
and tethered to promise
