Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200707214420/@comment-25808351-20200921000129

Lance: “Eh, their fine. Eva is sleeping like a rock and the babies are doing the same.” Cyndwella waves her hand dismissively.

Lunalight was beyond peaceful, tranquil, completely zen like. Fireflies zipped about through the air like natural lanterns. They light paths and trails that sit in the fog, as if they were purposefully meant to. The night air was chilly, enough to warrant a blanket or coat. Mucustoads chirp in the background, Mageowls hoot in the trees.

A man could be lost to these luxuries. Lunalight was cut off from the world’s problems. It existed in a realm of it’s own. The politics of the Demon Lord and Order, completely lost here.

The halls of the mansion were dark, the curtains of the windows moved by themselves. The cold wind that moved through the home was refreshing, yet chilly and uncomfortable in large takes. Singular candles were lit at various places, giving just enough light for one to navigate these gothic halls.

It was peaceful yet gothic. Tranquil yet seductive. Cyndwella was Lunalight. Her power over the land was undeniable.