Street Rules

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

There were moments and aromas and things all around her – beautiful and glorious – and one had to wonder why people feared death. Maybe they didn’t here, in Caido, where there were promises of greater things and much less destruction. But she’d be unfamiliar with the latter more than the former, and her gaze swept wide, looking, looking, looking for those pockets of people and places she understood –

And just when there could’ve been a touch, a fringe, of otherworldly abyss –

She opened her eyes, and breathed.

There were multitudes of faces around her – Ronin, Sah, Sunjata, Ru. She recognized all of them within an instant, but the confusion was evident on her face, the sudden shaking through her limbs quantifying nothing, the widened eyes dashing back and forth. She could hear begging and pleading and blinked rapidly, attempting to solve and patchwork something together. “Hey – sorry - what happened?” Maybe starting there. “How am I back?”

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita