"Do you resent your empathy and the spirits that tug at its strings? Have they robbed you of a more contented life?"
Beneath an old, deadwood tree remain the snowfallen nymph; perched along a swing, strung by weathered rope which therefore had been attached to a single branch at some point long ago. To and fro the delicate woman swung, the train of her billowing white and lilac negligee drifting in the wind to glimmer within pale moonlight. The inquiry from the shadows bid wilted ears to flicker, somber oculi casting over a petite shoulder as if to better heed their probing whispers.
Amora'lei would not cease her swinging; the sluggish pace of undulations remaining steadied by her weight alone.
"Tell me, m-my love...What is it this life you speak of; one of contentment beyond my experiences with the spirits of yore? Do you suggest that those that walk this realm alive-- fire blazen within the hearths of their breast-- incapable of pulling strings? Oh, folly that is the liar's tongue...." spilled drawn-out words of melancholy from the nymph that echoed quietly, as if spoken from the cool eerie breeze. Errant curls of iridescent snow tediously fell to eclipse one-half of a porcelain visage as she now remain perfectly statuesque; the rest of her coverlet of hair left drifting with her gossamer dress, licking at the dewy grass.
"Mmm... the spirits have only gifted me solace, and a b-better understanding of myself as well as my... empathy. I now know what it is I am meant to do and be..."
Opal hues narrowed softly, dusky lashes fluttering at their own sheer weight.
"No, the puppeteers have robbed me of such riches, long... long ago. Worry not, my darling shadow. It shall never. Happen. Again...."
