willoughby lovelace
night - grab my arm
save me from this bloody destiny
night - grab my arm
save me from this bloody destiny
She couldn't sleep.
Night had long since fallen, and Willoughby could not sate her boredom. She crept away from the place she had tried to rest for the night, her mind going a mile a minute. She felt both excitable and weary. It was a strange sensation to be sure, the creeping bubbling that felt too exhausting to display.
She wanted to believe there was a place for her in Novus. It felt so simple at first, so foolish... to roam without needing a place to belong. But now the maiden felt winter's distant chill and realized she had nothing to call her own. Walking along Eluetheria Plain, she didn't know what she sought now. Adventure was out there, beyond this realm... Dare she go to it?
Or did she remain, trying to find a place? Join a court? Settle for the mediocre worship of gods that never revealed themselves to her? Save for Caligo's brief presence, Willoughby did not know if they even glanced at her. A vagabond - a lost soul, as the goddess had said to her - was next to nothing. The maiden breathed in the night's cool air, closing her eyes.
When she opened them, a few minutes had passed. She stayed where she was, standing there in the midst of the field, a silhouette made of pastel and feathers. But she was no longer alone. He appeared out of nowhere, spotted her and approached. She smiled almost forlornly as she greeted her friend. "Galileo."
Night had long since fallen, and Willoughby could not sate her boredom. She crept away from the place she had tried to rest for the night, her mind going a mile a minute. She felt both excitable and weary. It was a strange sensation to be sure, the creeping bubbling that felt too exhausting to display.
She wanted to believe there was a place for her in Novus. It felt so simple at first, so foolish... to roam without needing a place to belong. But now the maiden felt winter's distant chill and realized she had nothing to call her own. Walking along Eluetheria Plain, she didn't know what she sought now. Adventure was out there, beyond this realm... Dare she go to it?
Or did she remain, trying to find a place? Join a court? Settle for the mediocre worship of gods that never revealed themselves to her? Save for Caligo's brief presence, Willoughby did not know if they even glanced at her. A vagabond - a lost soul, as the goddess had said to her - was next to nothing. The maiden breathed in the night's cool air, closing her eyes.
When she opened them, a few minutes had passed. She stayed where she was, standing there in the midst of the field, a silhouette made of pastel and feathers. But she was no longer alone. He appeared out of nowhere, spotted her and approached. She smiled almost forlornly as she greeted her friend. "Galileo."
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