[SWE] Into the Cloister

KIADA

i etch my own face
upon my wicked flesh

The day comes, and the Harpy isn’t certain what made her sign up before. Not as she descends with a few others and a few Fae into the tunneled underground. It sinks within her stomach the further down they go, but she inhales deeply to keep her thoughts in check. Not a prisoner anymore. She had been rescued, had survived, and really it hadn’t been that bad. She could do this, at least she keeps telling herself that.

And so she lets the Fae direct her, walking down the paths until finally she reaches a door. Her fingers reach out to touch the carvings within it. She uses this time to stretch – her arms and legs, rolling her neck and limbering herself up. She doesn’t have magic, but she does have her vulture form, and it’s better than nothing. There’s also a few knives that are hidden within her person, easily in reach for her – just in case.

The Harpy waits, listening to the rises and falls of the crowds, wondering who is fighting who out there. And at the end of it all? Realizing she doesn’t really care. She just wants the door to open and begin.

i am my own devastating god