Dec 22, 2025
Hathor, with the light of her wings dim under the long night, gazed up at the stars above as the chill held fast unto her bare arms. Even as the sun, she did not need warmth where she radiated it herself. Yet, in some strange way, winter would always find a way to breach through the veil and leave her with a shiver. Especially during the night of the solstice where the moon was given more time than that of the sun- just as the balance ordained.
At the fae down below, she smiled as she watched them continue their celebration of the Winter Solstice.
