ππππππππ: dawn court, the graveyard ππππ: near the start of garden party
β for ππππππ
there was something so beautifully peaceful about the silence of death, but equally unsettling in that. and the longer leya sat beside the massive stone of a high lord who'd long since left their world, the more she felt capable of acknowledging the other side of life. her fingers delicately traced the words that had been carved into the stone and wondered what kinda of fae the man under had been.
the soft crunching underfoot was the only indication she had that she was no longer alone and the lady flicked away the tear that had spilled over as if it'd never happened. "i can leave to you some tiime alone," she told them as she rose to her feet and turned to greet them properly.
