Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Wren swallowed, the motion tight in her throat, and nodded faintly at Sohalia’s answer. Curiosity--quiet, careful, almost childlike--began to thread through the last tatters of her panic.
She shifted her weight, knees bending to crouch, the movement slow. The heat of the stone bled through the thin fabric of her linen pants. Up close, the plant’s leaves were thick and dark, their surfaces catching the light like polished glass. Sap glistened along the stems, amber and viscous, and the smoky, resinous scent intensified the closer she got. Her fingers hovered, then carefully, she pinched the stem and pulled.
There was a soft resistance, then a gentle give. Then, the city tremored again. Wren sucked in a sharp breath and spun around like a panicked rabbit, back pressing against the stone. Her eyes slammed shut and she leaned her head back against the wall, pressing against the bricks. "Not again, not again," She whispered, voice faint and terrified.
She shifted her weight, knees bending to crouch, the movement slow. The heat of the stone bled through the thin fabric of her linen pants. Up close, the plant’s leaves were thick and dark, their surfaces catching the light like polished glass. Sap glistened along the stems, amber and viscous, and the smoky, resinous scent intensified the closer she got. Her fingers hovered, then carefully, she pinched the stem and pulled.
There was a soft resistance, then a gentle give. Then, the city tremored again. Wren sucked in a sharp breath and spun around like a panicked rabbit, back pressing against the stone. Her eyes slammed shut and she leaned her head back against the wall, pressing against the bricks. "Not again, not again," She whispered, voice faint and terrified.
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