DELPHIA
The sun above shone bright, breaking through the trees to prick her eyes. The demigoddess pulled her lids tight, squinting against it, and then...
Pain.
It rippled through her in little pinpricks, skin scabbed and torn by course sand, rubbed raw and weeping. Lungs screamed against her ribs - a gasp calming them momentarily as fingers curled into grass. Where was she? How was she? Her mind scrambled, looking for reason or sense. She remembered the landshark, fighting it for supremacy. And then she was alone, the storm surrounding her as she fell back into Vi's realm, sand blinding her eyes, filling her nose and mouth and ears, scraping and tugging at skin and cloth to tear her to shreds...
A gentle poking at her cheek, soft and wet, pulled her from her reverie as she slowly turned her head. Tishy sat there, fine as could be, sniffing at her cheek. A slow memory, the cat guiding her through the storm, urging her forward through their bond until she could move no more, collapsing...where? Images flashed before her eyes, seen through an odd, undulating lens, distorted by time and planes of existence. The Drop. How fitting.
Pain.
It rippled through her in little pinpricks, skin scabbed and torn by course sand, rubbed raw and weeping. Lungs screamed against her ribs - a gasp calming them momentarily as fingers curled into grass. Where was she? How was she? Her mind scrambled, looking for reason or sense. She remembered the landshark, fighting it for supremacy. And then she was alone, the storm surrounding her as she fell back into Vi's realm, sand blinding her eyes, filling her nose and mouth and ears, scraping and tugging at skin and cloth to tear her to shreds...
A gentle poking at her cheek, soft and wet, pulled her from her reverie as she slowly turned her head. Tishy sat there, fine as could be, sniffing at her cheek. A slow memory, the cat guiding her through the storm, urging her forward through their bond until she could move no more, collapsing...where? Images flashed before her eyes, seen through an odd, undulating lens, distorted by time and planes of existence. The Drop. How fitting.
Death has nothing to do with going away
the sun sets and the moon sets
but they're not gone
