// down by the river i was drawn by your grace, into tempest of oblivion and to the lover's place
i was stuck in a puddle, full of tears and unwise, dark doings now i know, that we've paid unlike //
i was stuck in a puddle, full of tears and unwise, dark doings now i know, that we've paid unlike //
She’s home, finally, and despite being dry from Halo’s trek, she’s still frigid and freezing – keeping the coat tucked around her and the egg as she makes her way into her apartment. From the windows, she can spy the hustle down below, and where she might usually sit and watch it idly while reading a book in her downtime, this time she focuses on finding a box of sorts. She rummages through her bedding, searching for something soft and warm to tuck into it and place the egg upon, and she stands there staring at it.
It was heavy, but it wasn’t moving. But she can tell there’s something important inside. She just doesn’t know what lays beyond the opalescent shell. So she does what she knows, reaching out to those that would know. She’s just simply lucky it’s her sister.
By the time the note is sent, she’s settled along the couch with her jackets from Halo shed, warmth slowly beginning to leach into her skin as she sips from a cup of tea, watching and waiting for her sister to arrive.
It was heavy, but it wasn’t moving. But she can tell there’s something important inside. She just doesn’t know what lays beyond the opalescent shell. So she does what she knows, reaching out to those that would know. She’s just simply lucky it’s her sister.
By the time the note is sent, she’s settled along the couch with her jackets from Halo shed, warmth slowly beginning to leach into her skin as she sips from a cup of tea, watching and waiting for her sister to arrive.
Seraphina
