Altar of Twilight there’s a galaxy hidden

for @Cinnamon

as the velveteen colors of night slowly spread across the dusk strewn sky seeking to consume praimfaya takes a break from border marking to slip out and stretch her legs. she is not sure why she is drawn to the altar of twilight — as she has an inherent and understandable weariness of mountains and the like — but as the sugary moonbeams touch upon the rockface, reflecting in an ethereal glow upon the flatlands below she is entranced. it's a breath-catching sight she thinks as she moves through the tall emerald grasses that tickle and whisper feather-light at her legs and underside.

it was almost too bad that the ethereal moonmagic to be found here was placed upon such accursed grounds. she could not — and would never — look upon any mountain with the same majestic wonder that she once had. the tragic death of her wanlida had seen to it and her shoulder tense as the earth grumbles underfoot and the magic begins to tarnish as her reality spiderweb cracks through it.