Anju
There is nothing he can do but hurt her for the greater good, and she does not begrudge him that. In fact she is grateful, beyond grateful, and the sympathetic winces make her feel a little more human. A little more grounded. Reminding her she was more than the way Wessex had made her feel; small, useless, easily discarded. His humanity reminds her of her own, and cuttingly contrasts to the lack she’d seen in the Wraith.
He waxes on about his home, and Anju hangs on every word, a quiet woman to her core. But it’s more than that this time. The world he spins is a beautiful one, full of things the books had never mentioned, and she finds herself upset that they hadn’t seen fit to do so. “You should be a writer, or a storyteller. You have quite a way with words,” she compliments bluntly, as was her way. He’d certainly convinced her to at least visit.
His question isn’t unexpected, and as she holds out the next arm for him to care for she grimaces slightly. “Until recently I’d never traveled. Stormbreak was my home, I am her soldier, I never felt a call for the Wilds. But after the attack on the Tower, it was…too hard to be there and feel the emptiness.” It feels uncomfortable to talk about her emotions, especially with a relative stranger, but she is too cut-and-dry to leave out the reasoning. “I am Ludo’s follower, and the Boneyard seemed a fitting place to visit their shrine. I had already visited their Woods in the Greatwood.”
He waxes on about his home, and Anju hangs on every word, a quiet woman to her core. But it’s more than that this time. The world he spins is a beautiful one, full of things the books had never mentioned, and she finds herself upset that they hadn’t seen fit to do so. “You should be a writer, or a storyteller. You have quite a way with words,” she compliments bluntly, as was her way. He’d certainly convinced her to at least visit.
His question isn’t unexpected, and as she holds out the next arm for him to care for she grimaces slightly. “Until recently I’d never traveled. Stormbreak was my home, I am her soldier, I never felt a call for the Wilds. But after the attack on the Tower, it was…too hard to be there and feel the emptiness.” It feels uncomfortable to talk about her emotions, especially with a relative stranger, but she is too cut-and-dry to leave out the reasoning. “I am Ludo’s follower, and the Boneyard seemed a fitting place to visit their shrine. I had already visited their Woods in the Greatwood.”
I didn’t mean to be this kind of creature
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
