Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
The entrance to the cave had become all but lost behind a snarl of evergreen vines. In the earliest hours of morning as the mist lay thick over the western reaches of King's End, it would have been entirely hidden, had it not been for the faint draft that pushed the swirling mass out of shape. Of course, the blink hare did not need such visual cues. It was drawn in by a curious scent emanating from somewhere within the dark depths. Something foreign and metallic, that did not entirely belong. One cautious hop at a time it slipped between the creepers and disappeared.
For a time, all was quiet. Then a sudden rustle broke the stillness, and birds fell silent as the hare came shooting back out, leaping in erratic bursts in such a frenzy that wilting leaves and browning grasses were trampled in its path.
Whatever it had found within had clearly not been to its liking.
For a time, all was quiet. Then a sudden rustle broke the stillness, and birds fell silent as the hare came shooting back out, leaping in erratic bursts in such a frenzy that wilting leaves and browning grasses were trampled in its path.
Whatever it had found within had clearly not been to its liking.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
