And inside you're burning
with some secret yearning
She has always been a creature apart, but not as one might expect. Many would consider her to be, well, less than good. Much less. Certainly she has never tried to be. But still she has never fit the mold of those considered evil either. She is something else entirely. Above and apart.
She has always been odd in her ability to find beauty in every aspect of life. In her youth a half dead girl had been one of the most lovely things she had seen. Certainly a few of her lovers had been less than perfect. But still she found beauty in them. The memory of one such brings a smile to her blue lips even as starlit horns curl from the back of her skull, responding to that distant remembrance. He had been the father of her second child, a terrible, cruel man she had found immensely amusing.
She would always remember him fondly.
It takes her a moment to notice the blue mare approaching her, lost as she is in her musings. But as her silvery gaze comes to rest upon the lovely figure, appreciation can be seen in those depths. It would be difficult to deny that her newest companion is a beautiful creature, and she certainly would never do so.
She holds a deep appreciation for things of beauty, for she herself is one. Perhaps the sentiment is rather conceited, but when one has been told that very thing since childhood, it is difficult to do otherwise.
A small, slow smile curls her lips as she draws to a halt. The other woman’s words sound softly in the night air, the sentiment causing one brow to lift in mild amusement. ”The night is always lovely,” she responds simply, emphatically. There are few that can see it when nights are not so velvety and star-strewn as this one. She would, it seems, be forever showing them.
”I am Lirren.” Her gaze travels slowly over her companion’s feminine form before finally settling upon her face. ”What brings you here at such an hour?” Night might be her preference, but she had long ago learned that few others dared venture from the safety of their homes at such a dark hour. Her curiosity is piqued by this woman who would defy convention for a few stray bits of conversation. Had she known of their connection, a shared once-lover as it were, she might have been even more intrigued.
Jealous she might be, but never of men.
Lirren
starlit daughter of joythief and carnage