Walking at night time

[Astarte (Searching a muse)]

Astarte walked into the dark night, her skin “vanishing” in the dark. She was cloaked and hooded, not wanting people to se her as she walked through the bureal ground. She looked around for a frind of her; Rori Clandestine.

If someone watched her on distance, the only thing they would see except the black cloak, were white hair and two small glittering eyes.

It’s a quiet night she thought as she waited for her friend to appear.

[Rori Clandestine]

Rori Clandestine was wandering aimlessly in the Burial Grounds, waiting on her friend in the night. The slim figure was clad in dark blue denim pants with dark orange lining, a black tanktop, with a thin maroon hoodie with long sleeves, reaching to a bit past her knuckles and a black jacket/cloak that reached to her knees and black and crimson sneakers. It was very cold this night - she was trying to keep warm. The poor girl also got cold very easily. The girl had her slim arms wrapped around the stomach and her shoulder-length hair was in her eyes and draped around her face. The timid girl looked up and saw glistening eyes and immediately recognised the Drow Preistess, Astarte.

Rori made her way over silently, weaving the rows and rows of graves and tombstones. Once she got to where her friend stood, she was slightly out of breath. She took in a great intake of air and said, panting, slightly, "H-Hello.. Astarte...! H-How're.. you..? I'm okay.. for the time b-being.."

And small smile flitted across Rori's face as she looked at her friend, her sienna-hazel eyes shining in the dark night. Rori ran a slim hand through her dark brown hair and looked kindly upon her friend.