The sound began as the vespertine sky became evening, and the leaves began to shake just so. The wind carried the sound, changed it, coaxed it into all crannies, to take nest within tree hollows, to reverb from stone.
Talisa followed it, this brood of black, sleek ocean, tails swaying left to right, circling, purring, often she would trip over them as they slunk between her legs, making their sweet, sweet sound. Talisa didn't break a branch, as quiet as they came.
The woods were thick and smelt like burning. Charred leaves and sooty gravel paved the way for the lady and this animal army of hers, inexplicably and curiously bound.
In a plain cloth dress, similarly worn like a toga, the colour of freshly spun cream, she glid up and up, through and through, trees and trees and trees, with this crowd of feline, leading her where they might.
The deeper they got, the more the dark smelt of moisture, of moss, of the labyrinthine, suffocating wetness of caves.
The pale waif trembled, but in steed with the creatures that continued to make their song, she followed, deeper and deeper, till it felt she was to close upon the Heart of Night, where all was starless and dreamless and blind.
Talisa followed it, this brood of black, sleek ocean, tails swaying left to right, circling, purring, often she would trip over them as they slunk between her legs, making their sweet, sweet sound. Talisa didn't break a branch, as quiet as they came.
The woods were thick and smelt like burning. Charred leaves and sooty gravel paved the way for the lady and this animal army of hers, inexplicably and curiously bound.
In a plain cloth dress, similarly worn like a toga, the colour of freshly spun cream, she glid up and up, through and through, trees and trees and trees, with this crowd of feline, leading her where they might.
The deeper they got, the more the dark smelt of moisture, of moss, of the labyrinthine, suffocating wetness of caves.
The pale waif trembled, but in steed with the creatures that continued to make their song, she followed, deeper and deeper, till it felt she was to close upon the Heart of Night, where all was starless and dreamless and blind.