Silver Creek ☁ σοκολάτα ☁

The scent and sight reached Daivya before the voice, dainty figure of the hopeful midwife emerging through the mist to close the distance between them. The Meladi's lips tipped into a warm smile, sleepy irises tracking her motions and noting the milk thistle placed delicately upon the crystalline snow's surface.

"Lilah." Came the smooth greeting, voice mimicking the melting thickness of a hot chocolate, stuffed with marshmallows on a cold winter's evening. If wolves knew what hot chocolates were, today would absolutely be a good day to grab one, maybe sprinkle it with something extra, too. "Indeed it is - bitter, though. Hard to see much with all this fog everywhere, don't you think?" As though the wind was listening to her words, a particularly sharp breath of air whipped by her cheeks, and she peered sheepishly at the other girl.