Larksong Grotto white fog

faust. lou smiled as she mouthed the syllables back at him. we have similar sounding names, she laughed then, a hearty giggle. i like it.

what were the odds of that?

maybe he'd found his way to her for a reason.

come, she invited him forth, walking with dainty steps toward the sunlit mouth of the cavern. she watched as water dripped down from the ceiling and landed on her shoulder.

i come from a long line of... kind of priestesses, in our own way, she told him without even thinking, just assuming he would perhaps want to hear more about her as she did him. priestesses of the earth. we are an old people. many, many hundreds of years. they always say that elders know best, you know.