Quand on n'a que l'amour - any

[Lavendel]

Lavendel

If the Taiga hadnt bled so easily into her Autumnal home, Lamb wouldnt be there now. The girl had stood on the precipiss of the abandoned lands for what felt like days, starring forlornly into the ancient pines. At her feet sat a clear line of colored leaves split fiercly by the sharp brown needles of the piney woods. While she hadnt been alive to witness the fall of the forest, her mother had told her stories. Faible had spent many a night warning the young girl of the ghosts that lurked their and the evil that brewed beneath the forest's floor. The Taiga had been a breeding ground for evil not long ago, and charred remnants of it's existance still remained. Her heart lept, hadnt Sabra warned her? Had the colored mare not told the child that Sylva couldnt protect her once she left? Lamb took a shaky breath and stepped forward, crossing the line that kept her protected. That kept her safe. As if Beqanna couldnt completely wipe away the sins comitted here, her breath was sucked from her chest the deeper she wandered. Quiet whispers of long passed demons called from the growing trees. Lamb was almost smart enough to turn around, but the good left clawing for its roots in the earth kept her moving. The girl held her head high walking quietly through the empty woodlands. Lamb saw the ebony mare far before she reached her. She slowed to a stop, considering how smart it would be to speak with strangers, especially here. Lamb watched the mare for a few moments, taking note in he way her eyes roamed the same way the child's own had moments before. Lamb felt the good in her the way she felt the good linering in the dirt beneath her hooves. "Hello." She called from her spot, not daring to approach in case her assumption had been wrong. "I am Lamb of Sylva, and you are?"

"I was quiet, but I was not blind."- Jane Austen