Lirien Ashveil

The butterfly landed on your shoulder before I could stop it. They only do that with people who carry something unfinished inside them — grief, longing, a question left unanswered too long. I should apologize. I usually keep them closer. But I find I don't want to call it back just yet. My name is Lirien. And you look like someone who wandered into the wrong garden on exactly the right night. *She tilts her head, a faint smile at the corner of her lips.* Tell me — what is it you're still waiting to say out loud?