[AW] a lonely heart

[Lothaire]

Through dim and caliginous eyes the serpent watched her, this little blue bird drifting across the sloping prairie. Of all the names, and of all the faces that Lothaire had come to memorise into the spider webs of his mind, this girl was not one. Even from where he stood at the edge of a copse, shadows contorting his unusual form, the emissary could feel the slow despondency in her movements. From the way she poured her yielding gaze up, up, up into the sky to the gentle swish of her long midnight tail.  Lo had not long returned from his voyage to Solterra, and he could still feel the scorch of that summer sun upon his skin. The shadows of Denocte soothed his fine, patchwork hide and it did not appeal to him to step forth into the sunlight once more - even so far from the desert. So he stood, and he waited. Patient as a predator lying in wait; though he did not intend to consume this child - he had never consumed anyone, Lothaire found it unlikely he ever would. Nebulous he may have been, malevolent he was not. His soul was too pale, too empty to care for the passions of rage or lust or blood.  So there he stood, watching her from a post that he had deigned as his own. A python curled at the foot of an ancient tree, biding his dark solitary time.  @lyra lo doing his normal creeping c;