Black Morass star

the light of the morass stretched long and golden through the haze of the snow, casting shafts of brilliance that wove between the trees. through this glow, she emerged, a vision cloaked in the glimmer of streaming sun and the softness of her willowy frame.

genevieve, my star, she purred, her voice rolling like honey, sweetened by the delicate note of familiarity.

ione's steps were fluid, her presence marked by a quiet grace as she approached the altar. her pale eyes, heavy with intrigue and something softer still, drifted over the bundle of plants set delicately upon the snow. she paused, the faintest smile curving her lips, before lowering her head to inspect the offering.

you call, and i come, she murmured, lifting her gaze to meet genevieve's, the warmth in her expression softening the coolness of her features.