LILY
oh, cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
“Sure.” Allowing Jigano to place a hand on her ribs, the dull ache that is beginning to set in is quickly abated and she flashes him a thankful smile. Declining to comment on his statement about hunting - because the fact is that it may not be hunted, it may survive until the spring and make a fawn and then there’s one more deer in the world to feed them.
“Mmmm, yes, in summer. Frey did it.” Bending down to continue to gather moss, the entertainer works diligently with Jigano. “Thank you. I’ve got a bird form as well, but I’ve found it’s just a bit too cold to use that one during the winter.” Indeed, she’s got the wolf cloak and is bundled up beneath it as well, the cold her sworn enemy for as long as she can remember. Fine with gathering in silence, when Lily’s bag is full she rises and a bit of resistance pulls her back down. “Oh!” is her only announcement of surprise, as she quickly bends down to see what the problem is.
Ah, there. Finding the thorn and the snag, she tries to remove the bag as best she can from the prickly trap without creating a hole.
