hold my hand

lily from what i’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire What is she hoping to find? Bravery first comes to mind, but that admission seems weak and does the entertainer a great disservice to herself. Another portal comes next, but that, too, is untrue. What would she do? Go back? The limits placed on women in her world were removed here, and even though Lily doesn’t have magic or shape-shifting powers, she still has risen further by herself than she ever would have at home in Portsmouth. There’s some miracle in that, right? Inspiration comes third, because the entertainer has been waffling lately. Words come and go, phrases stick in her head, but she’s finding that actual product she’s supposed to create is… less than ideal. So. That begs the question again, and as the green-eyed woman looks out into the floating mists, hand swinging and fingers interlocked with a sweet, darling friend, she hesitates for a moment. “I don’t know... “ Does she need to find anything? Maybe some peace of mind? “Maybe that there’s nothing out here to be afraid of? Heights has always been a challenge.” Still looking ahead, her hand grips a little tighter. “The thought of falling?” She makes a sound and a face that indicates shivers are crawling up her spine, that its a horrifying, invasive thought. It doesn’t matter that the span is wide; there’s barely a railing. It seems like a strong enough gust might be able to send her reeling to the side and then… oops, down she goes.