Silverlight Terrace arts

i could write these two forever <3

Oi Kryfoí.

If it had been whispered in Moonglow, it moved over the ears of Callyope. She lingered by her mother often but these days was hardly privy to the words of politics now.

Instead she busied herself with the hunting of spirits and the collection of stories and songs. She wondered how many this spirit had.

The hidden ones.

But you show yourself to me. Some loose sense of awe in her voice, conveyed further in the gentle sheen of her eyes.