Rain glistened off the young woman’s onyx flesh. The precipitation propagated itself around every inch of her body. Engaging her senses was the fragrance of wildflowers while the air was perfumed with the smell of a new downpour. Lilly loved the rain, it served as a reminder of who she was, that she was still alive.

She wanted, no needed, a break from some of the locals in Stonevale. Following the past few days Lilthis required a brief respite to appreciate life. Rain cascaded down Lilly’s lips, pooling near the corners of her mouth before overflowing and emptying off the sides of her narrow chin.

A sonnet filled the humid air as birds gleefully warned of the approaching storm. Cool winds painted Lilthis’ slate skin, teasing out goosebumps and a shiver from the elf. Laying back in the damp grass and staring up into the dusky sky she felt a sense of calm as droplets ricocheted off her thin cheeks. She was happy in this moment. At peace.

Her solace was quickly interrupted by clamoring at the bottom of the hill. A disoriented teen brushed herself off, making her way to the apex of the hill.

Normally a lost child would be someone else’s problem, but the dark elf was curious. Why is she out here? Is she ok? Lilly propped herself up at the base of the mound, water streaming down her porcelain hair. She re-adjusted her leather chest piece and let loose a low shout to the approaching lass, “hello? Are you lost?”

The straw haired girl was quite a bit younger than Lilthis. Though not an entire generation away she could tell the human girl was living in that twilight between childhood and maturity. Sometimes Lilthis wondered if she still was living in that twilight. Surely she was at an age where it should’ve been outgrown, yet the thought still lingered.