Phoenix Maplewood I keep lowering my head these days

pastel blues, the color of watercolor robin-egg.

even at a distance the woman's pale eyes stood out against her dark coat. he assumed it was a woman, given the graceful mien. and just his luck if it was. he had crossed the mountains, flowed down near the gorsedd wolves, and now found himself in an altogether strange place.

the faces of the women he had met upon his lecherous journey through the teekon were beginning to fade. all, save for visage of @Belharra, erupting in riotous laughter at his intrigued attempt at seduction. she had not begun to flicker at all, and this interested asmodeus, but only in passing.

his attention now was captured by the figure approaching him; the pallid serpent chuffed out a greeting and stood proudly, awaiting her notice.