in all chaos
Psyche preferred the waters from the Eye of the Storm to any other in the city for cleansing. Aviya, too, agreed with the woman. So when she was sent, she went. With her basket of jars and her thin cloak, she headed towards the hot spring. Even though Longheat was still here, the evening air bit at her skin in a way that the darkling didn’t enjoy. The cloak was flowy enough that it didn’t cling to her legs as she walked with a stride of purpose, but still warm enough to keep even the memories of autumn’s coming chill off alabaster skin.
At the fringes of the great city, where the cobblestone streets yielded to wild measures, Aviya came to the familiar spring. Crickets chirped and alerted others as she crouched on blended knees to collect the warm water. Aviya worked deliberately but not quickly, with a calculated carefulness that saw she didn’t spill a drop as she filled each empty jar and replaced their lids in turn.
there is calculation
infinite inspiration and endless thanks to odd and sky
