04-22-2018, 05:07 PM
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There was something peaceful about the night. Although Josie had always spent her time in the dark watching for wolves, she held no particular fear of it. Then again, she held no particular love. The stars were beautiful, and she loves watching the moon wax and wane. But it seems like a place where monsters love to roam. That why she sits where she does now, like she had as a child. On the lodge's porch, watching the world turn. It was freezing, but like the two strangers she can see in the distance, the director is bundled up. Although her jacket is light, she keeps a heavy blanket wrapped around her shoulders. It makes her look a little ridiculous, but the pale moonlight on her skin and her wild, wiry hair framing her face make up for it. People have a way of looking ethereal in the dark, and she's no exception. Neither are the other two, and the way that they pause is almost concerning. Nonthreatening, but her mind reminds her of coyotes, feral dogs, and mountain lions.
After a moment of hesitation, the director rises, pulling the blanket from her shoulders and slowly wrapping it into something of a ball in her arms. "Can I help you two?"
There was something peaceful about the night. Although Josie had always spent her time in the dark watching for wolves, she held no particular fear of it. Then again, she held no particular love. The stars were beautiful, and she loves watching the moon wax and wane. But it seems like a place where monsters love to roam. That why she sits where she does now, like she had as a child. On the lodge's porch, watching the world turn. It was freezing, but like the two strangers she can see in the distance, the director is bundled up. Although her jacket is light, she keeps a heavy blanket wrapped around her shoulders. It makes her look a little ridiculous, but the pale moonlight on her skin and her wild, wiry hair framing her face make up for it. People have a way of looking ethereal in the dark, and she's no exception. Neither are the other two, and the way that they pause is almost concerning. Nonthreatening, but her mind reminds her of coyotes, feral dogs, and mountain lions.
After a moment of hesitation, the director rises, pulling the blanket from her shoulders and slowly wrapping it into something of a ball in her arms. "Can I help you two?"
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