who we are and all that we're trying to be
There was no answer save for movement and motion, and the apprehension clawed its way through his bones as he followed. The world slipped between apertures and evenings, twilight casting two moons – and that didn’t set him at ease either. A hundred inquiries laced and lanced their way through his mind, but he gave them all to silence instead, uncertain if he’d like any of the answers.
He marched into clearings and pulses of lights, long strides sweeping, senses striving to take in everything around him and failing to do so after everything seemed to dim, fade, fall. His Attuned features shifted to tiger eyes, striving to catch anything else in the scene, what he was supposed to be finding, searching for –
And then naught but pale light, but the features noticeable, clear. He pressed closer, eyes widening, uncertain whether he should reach out, how this had happened, or what had occurred. It could be a ruse, because in all his days he’d never imagined, believed, the goddess could be in such a state. In between all the muddled motions, he crouched near the shadow, voice a distinct whispering rumble. “Safrin?”
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
