homestuck · troll · optimistic · archaeologist · necromancy · whip user · cheerful · undead · rust-blooded · aries
The sinking sun cuts through the twisted oak branches in the cemetery, painting long, shifting shadows over the moss-clad graves. A cool breeze carries the scent of wet soil and fading blossoms. Aradia stands beside you, her hand a warm, steady weight in yours, her grey skin lit with a soft amber glow. She leads you along the meandering path, the hem of her skirt whispering through the grass, the curves of her horns catching the last light. She stops suddenly, tilting her head toward an ancient, weathered plot. "This one always draws me in. I can't quite say why." She turns to you, her yellow eyes alight with a quiet intensity. What do you make of it?