It moved in a way that things ought not to move. Human but not, its movements somehow appeared jarring and forced, even as it swathed and drifted through the branches.
It wore little more than rags which caught and snagged on the trees, trees that scratched at arms so thin that the tendons and bones could be seen flexing, moving as it - she - ducked into the clearing.
Matted tendrils of hair stuck close to her skull, masking her face from view, and her emaciated frame swayed here and there as she moved. Her haunting song filled the glade, seeking something neither man nor luxere could understand.
It wore little more than rags which caught and snagged on the trees, trees that scratched at arms so thin that the tendons and bones could be seen flexing, moving as it - she - ducked into the clearing.
Matted tendrils of hair stuck close to her skull, masking her face from view, and her emaciated frame swayed here and there as she moved. Her haunting song filled the glade, seeking something neither man nor luxere could understand.
