Willoughby Lovelace
don't sleep through dreams
that can come true
that can come true
Strangely enough, she had not been here before.
What was strange further was that she hadn't been aware of this creek's location. It seemed to magically open itself up to her when the time was right. How wonderful if that was truly what happened here. To realize the land of Novus had a mind of it's own... fascinating and beautiful all at once. The maiden wandered the creek bed without a care, without even realizing this was a private space.
Reserved for lovers.
She didn't see any. Perhaps if she did, she would realize. Maybe she'd blush and run off. Maybe she'd coo "how sweet" and leave as quietly as possible. But no, Novus seemed to lack a distinctive thing lately; romance. New life. Anything good in it. Of course there was good in Novus but... for a hopeless romantic like Willoughby she felt the world needed more love.
True love, love that could withstand time. Love that could weather any storm. She wanted that sort of thing one day. Unaware of the creek's intentions, she moved slowly through the foliage. Her wings kept close to her sides in case she wanted them to tangle. Ahead of her, she spotted movement... but who was it? "Hello?" she calls softly.
@Galileo, let's go!
