Sunbeam Lair [m] who try to turn you

phone post @ work

praimfaya, in the midst of unintentional meditation, finds her muscles relaxing; doing her best to focus upon the soothing sounds and soft golden halo of light in lieu of focusing on that creeping fire beneath her skin that presently plagues her. it works ...for a time. slowly but surely it begins to snake into her thoughts like a growing weed; persistent.

she drawls in a breath and startled when the sound of rapidly approaching footfalls draws get attention. her hackles bristle as the stranger emerges from the shadows of the tunnel. who’s there? praimfaya inquires at the silhouette taking form in the writhing shadows.