the road less traveled
And today, she would visit the Dusk Court. No particular reasoning behind her actions. She was free to make such decisions as a member of nowhere. Smiling as she walked, passing the border and further into the field, Willoughby sought nothing. It was because she did this that she came upon such interesting people by accident.
If she wanted to seek others, she found they did not come so easily. No, no. She would not seek anyone. She would keep herself pleasantly surprised. Though the flat land before her gave no such shock; she could see someone coming from miles. It was behind her that was more surprising. Logically, that is. It should be.
So she kept her pace, a soft hymn on her lips and a spring in her step. The maiden would continue until stopped and stop she would. The smell of another drifted by her nose. Willoughby realized with gentleness she had her eyes closed. Opening them now, her pale blues stared at a figure she did not know. She was still away from them, but curiosity made her dance closer.
@ AW / speaks / woot woot
