@grishildr | ♥’d.
he almost does not approach her. bewildered as he already is, adrift in a land so strange and not quite his own, she is something hauntingly familiar. something hauntingly glorious. (he is only a forest child, wrapped in humble balms and earthly greens, but even he knows she is not of his plane.) she is royalty, some fell divinity, swathed in celestial threads spun by the gods themselves. it burns to be in her presence --- just as much as it soothes.
he almost does not approach her. but she is WISDOM, says his COURAGE, she is WISDOM; the same WISDOM he has tried so hard to protect and defend and cherish and aid. (so he follows the gods’ will. steels his resolve. takes three steps forward, tugs gently at silken cloth.)
❝ high---....ness. ❞ slowly uttered, softly breathed, every letter sits heavily ‘pon his laden tongue. ❝ you...are...? ❞