Shadewood ivy is taking over your sideboard

while stationed there to listen, she watched as masquerade gave directions with her eyes and then with further motions. zharille seemed to consider her options, and swung her head one way and then the other. the cogs in her brain moved very slowly. perhaps she recited these sounds to herself, wordlessly.

without a word of thanks, she began to move off again and as her trail led inevitably through more pine-heavy forest, her heavy steps could be heard upon crackling branches and the detritus of snow and needle, until there was only the blackness of the forest left for masquerade.

the blackness, and the rain.