what will you do when the vultures come for you, run and hide?
Longnight seemed a world away, but she knew it was happening. Around this time last year she'd been in Torchline, waiting it out with Oliver at the brothel. She'd returned to the place that she'd tried to call home only to find it was ruined, everything was just as drab and broken as when she'd first arrived. So much pain bled through those streets, she'd escaped it in favor of icier roads.
But had she left her friends behind to die?
She thought of them now as she neared the firling, bundled up as though that would keep out the cold that radiated from her heart. They tree was so sweet, twinkling and swaying eagerly in the breeze. It almost calmed the sizzling ice that prickled her skin, but not quite. At least she'd recovered from that awful sickness, she kept telling herself. It could be, and was, worse. Mixed with the fretting over her loved ones in the grounds, this did not quite ease her mind.
The tree giggled, as if something funny was said. If only they knew all the anxiety she felt, but all they knew was sway and laugh. Might be nice.
But had she left her friends behind to die?
She thought of them now as she neared the firling, bundled up as though that would keep out the cold that radiated from her heart. They tree was so sweet, twinkling and swaying eagerly in the breeze. It almost calmed the sizzling ice that prickled her skin, but not quite. At least she'd recovered from that awful sickness, she kept telling herself. It could be, and was, worse. Mixed with the fretting over her loved ones in the grounds, this did not quite ease her mind.
The tree giggled, as if something funny was said. If only they knew all the anxiety she felt, but all they knew was sway and laugh. Might be nice.
AISHA
