𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 : — liked by : @secondscn
DWARVEN ARRIVALS scarce in the halls of her father , a subject much filled with gossip , and it seems even undómiel cannot keep away from her own curiosity . the words they speak wash over her , learning ever rejoiced upon , a break from the endlessness of the same existence . and here , the evenstar holds little meaning other than a name pressed to her hands , not a shrine of godesshood to be worshipped before , her body the altar where they press their feels . HOW HER LAUGHTER SEEMS TO FLOW LIKE WATERFALLS , BRIGHT AND SPRITELY FROM HER LIPS . they walk together through the gardens green , whispered secrets shared , where voices might not hear them .
❝ would you grant me another story ? ❞ a song of hope ‘pon ichor touched lips , her angel’s smile blooming . what hope undómiel may bring ! ❝ for i enjoy to hear them so . ❞