2/7/2025, 7:35 PM
Skill: 「 - 」
Without thinking, her ears began to swivel, picking up the approach of another. Their pace was unhurried and casual, choosing to advance with no malice nor fear. Lylith’s eyes remained fixed on the sky with the quiet worry that if she looked away, even for a moment, the falling stars would vanish. Would she ever be able to look at the stillness of night with interest after seeing how it looks during an astral storm? Whatever this was, she wanted it to last forever.
Ah, right. There was another here. She’d almost forgotten. Without glancing towards them, Lylith could feel their presence not too far away. The flare of annoyance in her chest was stomped out but the overflow of admiration for the sky. Whoever this was, they were lucky, even if they were unaware of it. Not many crossed paths with the brunette and didn’t immediately get thrown into a hellhole of anger and disrespect. Had this been a normal night, Lylith would have been demanding who the hell they thought they were, barging into her space, upon her hill (okay, maybe it wasn’t her hill, but she would act as if it was).
A few moments of silence, only the creaking of distant tree boughs and the calm beating of her heart could be heard. With a deep breath, Lylith finally allowed her head to turn, a burning gaze almost forcefully ripped away from the sky. Hm. It was a man, unknown to her, of course. A dark, rich coat that would have blended into the darkness, if not for the snow and starlight. Whomever this was, he too was watching the falling stars. Was this new to him or had he seen such a phenomenon before?
The woman bit her tongue, and quickly turned back to the sky. How much of the world was she unaware of? Did many know that stars could fall like silver rain? Lylith shifted, adjusting her seated stance as an equal mix of doubt and curiosity flooded her. Licking her lips tentatively, the silence was crushing her, she wasn’t used to it—by now she was usually screaming or arguing.
Ah, right. There was another here. She’d almost forgotten. Without glancing towards them, Lylith could feel their presence not too far away. The flare of annoyance in her chest was stomped out but the overflow of admiration for the sky. Whoever this was, they were lucky, even if they were unaware of it. Not many crossed paths with the brunette and didn’t immediately get thrown into a hellhole of anger and disrespect. Had this been a normal night, Lylith would have been demanding who the hell they thought they were, barging into her space, upon her hill (okay, maybe it wasn’t her hill, but she would act as if it was).
A few moments of silence, only the creaking of distant tree boughs and the calm beating of her heart could be heard. With a deep breath, Lylith finally allowed her head to turn, a burning gaze almost forcefully ripped away from the sky. Hm. It was a man, unknown to her, of course. A dark, rich coat that would have blended into the darkness, if not for the snow and starlight. Whomever this was, he too was watching the falling stars. Was this new to him or had he seen such a phenomenon before?
The woman bit her tongue, and quickly turned back to the sky. How much of the world was she unaware of? Did many know that stars could fall like silver rain? Lylith shifted, adjusting her seated stance as an equal mix of doubt and curiosity flooded her. Licking her lips tentatively, the silence was crushing her, she wasn’t used to it—by now she was usually screaming or arguing.
They’re the same stars that are always there… What is making them shine so brightly and fall?A quiet question, refusing to look his way while speaking. It was only a matter of time before she slipped back into her abrasive nature. Maybe the tournament at Northfall had helped meet her quota for unjustified rage.
