PHOEBE
The sound of his voice sent a chill down her spine, suddenly realizing it was the last thing she wanted to hear. It lacked the warmth and beckoning of Frey’s, she knew it meant more suffering would soon follow, where light and life were left in the wake of her god’s embrace. But Frey was not here, Sunjata was, and the suffering he had to bring her was certainly deserved and well overdue. Slowly she turned her head, dulled gaze falling upon him. The midwife was expressionless, a shadow of her former self, still covered in the dried blood and blight from the day they had fought. It wasn’t like her cell had a tub after all.
”That depends on what you mean by better” she said hoarsely, her voice hurting from all the screaming and yelling, yet also unaccustomed to making such refined sounds in the recent weeks. ”Vi’s blessing is beginning to heal those of us who were first afflicted, yes. My mind is…not so often shadowed by the blight.” she said, glad that he had remained outside her cell. As much as she yearned to be held and touched and comforted, his arms held nothing but misery for her.
”That depends on what you mean by better” she said hoarsely, her voice hurting from all the screaming and yelling, yet also unaccustomed to making such refined sounds in the recent weeks. ”Vi’s blessing is beginning to heal those of us who were first afflicted, yes. My mind is…not so often shadowed by the blight.” she said, glad that he had remained outside her cell. As much as she yearned to be held and touched and comforted, his arms held nothing but misery for her.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
