Lion Head Mesa herons at sunset [m]

she nearly danced, swaying down the hall.

although the further they went, there was no denying the near haunted aura of it all. treva had not come here in search of grief, in search of reliving the bad things that had only just passed.

but to disregard it all would be disrespectful too, wouldn't it?

she lingered in the doorway for a moment. toed around the room when it came, running along pink walls. furs that had been settled upon her had been lost along the path.

green eyes fluttered to the scattering of petals. of the refined pelts placed in waiting. a sigh slipped beyond her as she came to stand in a ray of the moonlight.

if the ghostly way of this room bothered her, it did not show in full.

i cannot even begin to imagine what to decorate it with. she cooed, low and melodic.