Neatly tucking her wings to her body and lowering it to the earth, she lay like a pretty painted boulder on the bank. She stared across the lake with drooping eyes, feeling sleep almost etch its way into her very being. It was night, after all, and a late one at that. She didn't know why she couldn't sleep before now, but it felt prudent to try.
But just as she tried to wrap herself in sleep's warm embrace, Willoughby was started out of it. No reason, perhaps she was just hyper sensitive? Footfalls seemed to echo in her mind, making her aware of another's approach. Perhaps it was odd to sleep outside the walls of the Night Court, but she felt a gentle peace here she didn't inside walls.
If she was paranoid, she would balk at the skeleton coming toward her. Arching her neck, she looked behind to see the woman. Why did she think skeleton... It was only a mare. Albeit skinny and underfed in appearance, but not a ghoul. Willoughby does not say anything, only watching sleepily as the other comes closer.
“speech”
@Luvena
