Jun. 23rd, 2012 at 5:17 PM
[ Judith wanders through the warm stone garden, feeling the night sky thick on her skin. It's nice, especially for one not given to long periods of sleep.
On a whim, she plucks up a garland and slips it over her head, where it decorates the otherwise bare curve of her neck. ]
On a whim, she plucks up a garland and slips it over her head, where it decorates the otherwise bare curve of her neck. ]