Larksong Grotto white fog

@Faust

lousine breathed. shadows spilled over the path before her, loomed over her head. the birds were quiet. her head tipped up to look above her; the grotto shielded her from a gentle downpour.

she padded further into its berth, gliding against a bumpy wall of rock. she loved the feel of it against her skin in that 'so bad that it's good' way. it made her feel closer to Selardi.

when she looked around again, she saw nothing else. just she and the grotto. lousine paused to drop down to her knees and silently pray.