bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
“Huh,” Melita managed, head tilting, trying to orchestrate meaning and experiences through the reasoning. She could fathom some of it – after all, having already died, it didn’t mean she feared Sah; in fact, it emboldened her to eventually snag at vengeance and repay the endeavor. She hadn’t noted it in traces of lands though, and overcoming those aspects, but she supposed it made sense if she’d relented to something horrendous across these terrains. “Gotcha,” she offered thereafter, requiring nothing else.
Then she realized she did recognize the woman, from some brief venture in the Greatwood. “Alys, right?” She pointed and snapped her finger towards the Abandoned, momentarily pleased that she’d recalled the event – even if it hadn’t been anything substantial.
Gazing back where Fangorn stood around, waving his vines, she started towards the cacti. “I need to get a spine from one of the Dream Cactus for a quest.”
Then she realized she did recognize the woman, from some brief venture in the Greatwood. “Alys, right?” She pointed and snapped her finger towards the Abandoned, momentarily pleased that she’d recalled the event – even if it hadn’t been anything substantial.
Gazing back where Fangorn stood around, waving his vines, she started towards the cacti. “I need to get a spine from one of the Dream Cactus for a quest.”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
