Emberwood gravity don't mean too much to me

The ebony frame causes a moment of hesitation, the dark color had given Lie pause as it always did. Reminiscent of her long-forgotten companion. There was something to be said for the beauty in the lack of color. The vivid strike of the black against the fading frozen world. Hope gleaming for a moment before the woman ferociously crushed the sensation.

Lie frowns, her paw lifted as though to turn. The woman hadn’t noticed her, nor seemed aware of her presence. Until now, as she turned her head looking for the gaze that left her silver hairs standing on end. Wary red orbs would find the necessity in paranoia, and for once Rosalie’s hesitation served her well. Disbelieving green eyes shone through the dim lighting spread between the two women.