Deepwood Weald [m] and you can hold me, like he held her

The title of this thread was taken from lyrics by The Last Dinner Party... 'Nothing Matters.' Just discovered them this week.

She wove through the dense trees—tufts of ginger and honey fur left behind on the arduous limbs of thin trees that reincarnated webs of spiders. This was not the forests of time and wisdom she had grown accustom to in her years of life—the carnality of this woods was something entirely different.

The silence extended—but only as the lithe form of the Rekkr arched once more to feel the brush of bark deeper to her skin did her marigold gaze catch that of endless blue, and instantly she stilled—unable to help the corner twitch of her lips that threatened to extend to a smile. “Tha thu gam choimhead,” she noted, her voice a soft purr against the eerie silence of winter’s melt.