pirateferret

Lost Hours The girl sat in a little clearing just outside the village. The clearing was surrounded by twigs and leaves that had been very carefully arranged onto symbols, the girl the center element of some large rune. Around her, incense filled the air. Sitting cross legged, her arms moved in serpentine arcs, twisting the smoke like jewelry around her. She swayed from side to side, singing giddily to herself in some odd language. She wore a dark red scarf over her eyes, she was blind, though it did not seem to impede her vision of the world. She had a wicked little laugh and a hungry smile that positively slithered across her mouth. She h