Sleepy Fox Hollow star of the county down

@Althaia!

 

Autumn light had turned greens to reds and sweet grasses to brown wheat, and Antigone felt a peculiar love for all the colors the swamps could never hold. Marshes wallowed in healthy greens and deep browns, colors of the earth that gave open canvas for the moonlight to turn them grey and white and cut deep, black shadows. But the open air gave green and red, orange and blue, and where she was no daytime girl she almost found herself enjoying her time spent in the midday sun moreso than she did the night. It was certainly warmer during the day, at least.

She'd since moved inland from the coast, fearing the open sea and the moon's shine would give too much power that she, as an oracle and nothing less, had no business in wielding (though a part of her bargained that, as great as she was, she wouldn't mind handling a bit more of that immortal light). But her legs were tired, and that pretty coat she prided herself over so greatly had lost a sweep of its shine. It was better to settle in the afternoon as she did now, standing breathless in the cradle of the open plain all circled by mountainside, and take the time to groom herself and rest a little before the moon was up and she had to keep moving. She wouldn't settle until she found at least a peat bog, or some sort of mud or something. As used to being waited on hand and foot as she was, it went without saying that Antigone was a little impatient — but it was harmless, really. She was having fun on her adventure, and that's what mattered.