Lena
For one solitary moment, she thought it’d simply go away. The ether would disappear; they’d be fine and safe. It no longer lingered in the evening thrall.
And then it was back – motion, muscle, lunging, and she kept her scream withheld in the back of her throat, hands shaking as she reached out for something, anything, to delay the inevitable. To give them more time. To send missives and information. Panic rose in her throat and then she was running too, trying to chase after the unicorns, trying to corral the situation, trying to find a way for all of them to evade and escape.
Then she fell, down into the dirt and dusk, and rose again, stumbling, trying to duck around hooves and flanks.
And then it was back – motion, muscle, lunging, and she kept her scream withheld in the back of her throat, hands shaking as she reached out for something, anything, to delay the inevitable. To give them more time. To send missives and information. Panic rose in her throat and then she was running too, trying to chase after the unicorns, trying to corral the situation, trying to find a way for all of them to evade and escape.
Then she fell, down into the dirt and dusk, and rose again, stumbling, trying to duck around hooves and flanks.
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
