The Sunspire an ode to the night awaiting the sun

((she's near the borders so if non-SS folk are interested in joining too.. *winknudge*) but no really. anyone is welcome. i'm just trying to get back in the grove more

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Just a stone's throw from the officially boundary, she rested, perched, upon a small outcropping of rock. She had settled here perhaps half an hour before, mostly to rest her tired legs a spell and then of course to admire the vantage point this granted her. For not being very far up the mountainside, it provided a good view of the nearby borders and just beyond. Her minty eyes were keened their way despite the deepening darkness.

The sun had set maybe a few hours before. The night was young, but awfully long. Winter's darkness seemed to be at its height and yet, not all things were bad. The days were usually mild still, humidity oddly high for this time of year, and frankly, they continued to see more rain-showers than actual snow. It had been particularly cloudy as of late (enough so to make her suspect snow more than once, but it never followed through), which continued into now. Only on a brief occasion could she spy the tiny sliver of a crescent moon that came alongside this winter's dark solstice.

Nevertheless, she watched, and waited -- whether or not the night would be stark still or not. She remained.