Evening

[icarus_chained]

Thought I'd share. The evening here ... the sun really did drift down, sedate and happy, white-gold and molten through pearlescent skies, with the wind fresh and biting, and the smell of winter in the air. And then, the witchmoon rose, a yellow haze over the black inked lines of the bare trees, a soft and subtle jewel in a sky that was more satin than velvet, deep blue and vast. A wild, autumn evening, and I'm feeling ... fresh and vivid and a little haunted, melancholy and masterful and the smallest bit mad. *laughs* It's a night for insanity, for hunting and blood and fey creatures in the shadows, for a wistful wind and a mad moon, and the bright laughter of the stars.

There is magic tonight, my friends, bright and sharp and shadowy. Go feel it!