Dawnlark Plains white sun, the upswing

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It was late in a heady, heavy summer day. The day had been long, but not exactly well-spent. On these hot days, Eleuthera tended towards sloth — she found the shade, where ever it was, and draped her body across the ground and drank it in as if it was the elixir of life itself. Eleuthera had very little motivation to do anything but exactly as she did; she hadn’t even eaten since breakfast of yesterday, but she didn’t feel hungry. Her mind didn’t think. Her eyes did not bother to see. The lazy, lilac girl simply napped in the shade and moved whenever it shifted.

Now the day was ending and Eleuthera had finally stirred to life. The sun had begun its late descent behind the horizon, lighting the sky in a patchwork of golds, oranges and reds. It was quite spectacular, and drew Eleuthera towards it. She watched the dancing light show, still quite drowsy and unthinking, knowing that soon it would be time again for sleep... so if she did anything today, let it be this.

For a brief moment, her subconscious mind drifted towards thoughts of her brother. She and Séamus had been separated before, and most of the time this distance profoundly upset her, but at this moment she felt profoundly calm about it. They would one day find their way back to each other, because they always did. and though she didn’t understand it, Eleuthera felt compelled to lift her chin and loose a long, lilting song that, if you listened closely, sounded a lot like the sweetness of sorrow.

@Dante