Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

@Eastwood || Evening, 41˚, Mostly Cloudy.

She had spent most of the day watching the sky. It had changed and morphed in a way she had never witnessed. A day of looking at the sky that spoke omens she could not understand had left her somber, slipping away to hide from the cloudy heavens. She could not sleep under the open skies tonight. It was the familiar fruit forest that she found herself slipping off to. She already knew where she was to haunt for the night, as thoughts of an affectionate night danced in her mind.

Who could blame her for returning to such comforting thoughts when the world seemed to be growing so dark?