all she wanted was a destination and the open road
Quietude is what the Plains offer. A sanctuary outside of Denocte to find herself in once more. A life offered that is not confined by walls, keeping her caged within books and away from others. Although Moira adores her books, her learning, her days to listen to the howling of the wind and sit beside a laughing fire with a cup of tea and a new novel every hour, she also craves adventure. Perhaps that is one of the leading factors that let her leave both her home first, and then Estelle.
With a pang she shakes her head, charcoal curls swaying heavily with the weight of them when down, as she vehemently denies the fact that she left Estelle. After all, Moira did not abandon her cousin. She is here to find a home and a cure, something to help her cousin, and a safe place to bring her. Despite her best intentions, she's moved far too slow for her liking.
When the library could not cure her restlessness, when Denocte did not hold her heart at the moment, Moira finds herself on the plains. Many are gone because the sky is gray. She does not mind the sullen atmosphere.
What she finds is a man of gold and cream and night-dark colors. He looks to the sky as you would a lover, for Moira knows nothing else like a god above or devil below. Hesitation abandons her as she surges forward, coming up beside him and easing into a rolling stop. Should she disturb him? Already she's made quite the entrance (unfortunately). "Hello there," comes out at last. Light as the fluttering of a butterfly's wings, soothing as the sunset, her voice is something to be heard only in the background of dreams. Something you won't quite remember, not as much as you do the skin on her back or the color of her eyes.
@Máni please forgive this awful post. i love you too and am so excited to thread here !
With a pang she shakes her head, charcoal curls swaying heavily with the weight of them when down, as she vehemently denies the fact that she left Estelle. After all, Moira did not abandon her cousin. She is here to find a home and a cure, something to help her cousin, and a safe place to bring her. Despite her best intentions, she's moved far too slow for her liking.
When the library could not cure her restlessness, when Denocte did not hold her heart at the moment, Moira finds herself on the plains. Many are gone because the sky is gray. She does not mind the sullen atmosphere.
What she finds is a man of gold and cream and night-dark colors. He looks to the sky as you would a lover, for Moira knows nothing else like a god above or devil below. Hesitation abandons her as she surges forward, coming up beside him and easing into a rolling stop. Should she disturb him? Already she's made quite the entrance (unfortunately). "Hello there," comes out at last. Light as the fluttering of a butterfly's wings, soothing as the sunset, her voice is something to be heard only in the background of dreams. Something you won't quite remember, not as much as you do the skin on her back or the color of her eyes.
@Máni please forgive this awful post. i love you too and am so excited to thread here !
