Wild Berry Meadow You're not who's up at night

@Wintersbane <3

It was not the clusters of fruit that called the Titan nor the promise of the critters who fed on them, but the night itself. 

She had no reason to wander alone, at night, but found herself doing so regardless. Her steps were slow, without purpose, as they led her to the idyllic meadow. Much like her thoughts on this night, her intentions seemed empty - that of a soul who no longer knew what they sought. 

The girl's eyes were drawn to the heavens, to the moon. "Απλώς και πάλι, θα φαινόταν," she murmured softly in her native tongue, as if the moon were an old friend.