22nd Day of Winter, 515 AV
It was a warm night for winter. Bare branches stood darkly against the navy sky, outlined by the diffuse glow of the moon. Thick froths of cloud crowded the horizon; as a consequence, the gentle light faded in and out as they passed. The path was dirt and vaguely lit, carrying on through the endless rows of the Orchards ad nauseum, until along came the the exit.
Eosi wandered the graveyard of trees in abstraction. She felt out of her element without sunshine, unable to see as she was so accustomed. Despite this, the bleak and barren path was suitable. It was about as empty as she felt. There were so many conflicting thoughts and feelings whirling around in her head. Only such a remote place at such an unlikely time could give her the space she needed to really think about the direction her life was heading and what it was that Ivak had in store.
Tonight she would walk in good faith. Quietly, she said a prayer for Leth's protection.
To the observer, she was all afire. As compared to Eosi, the dim landscape was a sharp contrast. Her mane of wild curls billowed in the breeze. She rounded the corner briskly, only to stop short for a moment, confused by what she was seeing. Was there a young girl on the path just ahead? Her eyes narrowed.
That couldn't be. It was past the midnight bell. There rightly shouldn't be a living soul to be found. Little did she know this was half-true. The young girl in question was not living, though she was more than certainly found. Cautiously, Eosi ducked into an alcove between trees to spy on the girl, with the hopes of gleaning her purpose.
It was good perhaps, to feel the weight of her bow slung over her shoulder.