Silverlight Terrace arts

@Melaneus <3

The sun was setting and the world was alive.

Callyope had crept away from Moonglow for a heartbeat. Remaining on the ridge of the spin had done nothing for the young girl. No sign of Mo seemed to be spotted from there.

She knew this was a way he must walk, but she waited with a selfishness.

She busied herself here, in the liminal space between the mountain and moonglow. The scent of others crossed through. The scent of beasts laced the lush spots of the land.

She plucked at a stray dandelion and remained blissfully unaware for a moment. Relishing the momentary peace of mind.