your tongue is twisted, your teeth are nails
Letha was a new creature. She was weak, and all of the other Ascended knew it. Despite her weakness, the woman had been ready to give up her life to fight the LongNight monsters. The balance between stupidity and bravery was definitely tipping. Amun, her guide, had offered to help her get stronger. She did not hesitate to take up his offer.
It was easy to find him, despite the surrounding darkness. There were many things that Letha was growing in thankfulness towards, due to her Ascended status, and one of them was the ability to see clearly at night. Upon finding the man in the Glade, she stood and watched him move for a few moments before stepping forward and making herself known. "I'm ready,"
She stretched out her arms from her side, over her head, and rolled her shoulders back down. She had chosen to wear some of the clothes that Amun had lent her, simple gaucho type pants and a loose-fitting sleeveless shirt. She chose them for the ease of movement, and she no longer had to worry about the biting cold that the autumn night brought.
they drove your voice in your throat
Letha
