Hushed Willows borscht

teya would have been content to sleep here, rest a soggy slumber while the cold dripped into her bones and she stiffened in her rest. it was not to be, however; fate took the form of a moon-licked figure. swirled with silver, armed with flower-fall eyes, the apparition transfixed teya.
the murmur that came forth did not frighten the girl. uncurling her legs from where they lay bent beneath her chest, the widewater eyes found some semblance of peace in the lunar shade. "tired," the lost soul whispered, struck by the absence of terror, touched by the aura of warmth that seemed to encircle the stranger like a halo.