While humming, Ilya lifted the handle off of the ground.
She looked at the dull metal that barely glistened under the moonlight. The sharpness of the edges made a grin appear on her pallid countenance.
"Ah, I wonder how this would feel…" Ilya muttered as she pointed the handle at her left arm.
The lady slowly lowered the handle until it was touching her flesh. The prickle dented her smooth skin, but Ilya didn't go further than that. She immediately lowered the handle and giggled.
"Shall we?" She asked herself before sauntering towards the forest.
Ilya swung her arms merrily, the wind joining playfully by caressing her dress. The surroundings seemed to have lightened up as well.
Before long, Ilya found a tree that was to her liking. She surveyed its roots, trunks, branches, trying to discern where she should place herself.
