Flycatcher Downs Vindhviða

there was something charming in this moment.

she watched the woman seated upon the tree, the golden grasses waving below with the cold soft breeze. bracken did not want to be up there. she wished to be down here. almost as if she was a devout follower and this shadow a deity come to visit in the cold evening.

with careful steps she moved closer. headed lowered and laid upon the fallen tree — like an altar — the other sat upon. gaze peered up beyond her brow so she might watch the shadow woman.