Shaydesmar

 This… I don’t really know what I’m doing here. Hi, I guess. My friend put me up to this. Well… sort of. Her idea was more to keep a diary, in a book. I don’t really do the whole book thing. Or writing, really. But a log of a year. I can do that here. Or I can attempt to. It was her request, and I don’t really feel like letting her down. So - uh, I’m Shae. Shaelyn. Workin’ shit out as I go along. I hope you’re watching, Cai

In the middle of a forestial park (trees: oak, elm, birch), the tops of the trees are coloured with the dimming lights of the setting sun (it is already descended beyond sight, laying somewhere in the distance beyond the trees). Ifernia, her brightly glowing hair tucked loosely behind her ear, is seated on the edge of a metalwork bench, the ends of the arm-rests curled over in an intricate design. Ifernia is seen from the side, wearing her black leather jacket, wings folded behind her, pointing slightly away. In the distance and to the right, a smooth lake (many medium sized rocks littering its edge) reflects the surroundings of autumn colour