[Seasonal Event] stitch away from making it

All twenty fingers and toes still in place, Lily finds the events of the past week both tragic and absurdly exciting. This never would have happened back in Portsmouth. The dangers are real, she is well aware, but the allure and magic of a literal new world is too much to keep her spirits down. Is this what her ancestors felt like, when they, the great nomads of Earth, walked out of the cradle of civilization? Was this what the great explorers of the Renaissance felt when they crossed the great Oceans and eventually found land and people and a hundred things they’d never seen before? Is this what her life is to be now? A series of scrambles for survival? A community of magic users? A world the best writers of her age could never have dreamed of? Dawn breaks, and she is there to greet it. The chill of Deepfrost is still as vicious as ever, but there is something about the return of the sun that brings her out at the first sign of its radiant beams. And it seems she isn’t alone. The giant of a hunk that is Deimos pulls a sled along, bending down to begin to remove all the debris and chaos that preceded the Spark Bird. Quietly, unobtrusively even, Lily joins him and begins picking up large splinters, and other… miscellaneous objects. “Good Morning, Deimos,” she says with a glance through her lashes. “Glad to see you survived LongNight.” Flirting fail. lily as if you were on fire from within the moon lives in the lining of your skin