LILY
oh, cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
Her nimble fingers seem to do the trick and soon enough, the bag is pulled gently away and slung back over her shoulder. If Lily knew about Santa Claus, she would have felt a bit like him right now, but that part of American culture comes far later in her country’s history. Instead, they’re just two people walking in companionable silence and though her mind returns to the wounded deer now and then, it soon fades from her thoughts altogether as they enter the Guildhall.
Shutting the door behind her, Lily rolls her bag open so everyone can use it, and then takes a rug as well, sifting the snow moss into it so it.
