Anju
Don't come over, don't get too close to me
And dear god don't be too good to me
Anju sent one other letter the moment she hit Torchline’s shores beneath cover of endless midnight. A location, date, and a signature pet name she only calls him outside of uniform. No signature, and sent by a kid looking for coin who would otherwise never be known as a courier. And dear god don't be too good to me
It’s entirely likely that she is being overly cautious. Anju knows that plainly. But there is no precaution she won’t take when lives other than her own are on the line. Especially Koa’s.
The Fingers are suitable for this reunion; labyrinthine, largely avoided, and all the more intimidating in the dark. Standing with her back to the wall, lit by a torch stabbed into the sand in front of her, Anju’s hands squeeze her own biceps as a pitiful outlet for her restlessness. Zavien mentioning Koa’s name had been the only confirmation of the young man’s existence, and she had been refused any other hints that might have led her to finding him before he deemed to write his own letter. The idea of Sohalia leaving was just barely believable enough given her last interaction with the Heart, but Koa? Anju only had unanswered questions and the sharp claw of grief to fill the space he’d left behind.
Riya alerts to an approach, a soft click in her throat making it clear she is also clearing her airways in preparation for fire as well. Anju stands off the wall and turns, one hand on her sword as she waits for the newcomer to come far enough into the firelight to identify.
I'm not proud of it, please
But I want it to sting
But I want it to sting
