ISLA
Sunjata goes left and Isla goes right, and the Remedy's focus is all for the ramphire in her sights. She snaps it up in her jaws rather than using her talons, crushing its windpipe and dropping it to the ground again, just to make sure it's dead. And by the time Sunjata glances up to look at her, she's crimson-snouted and already enjoying her meal with gusto. A ripple of predatory challenge rolls through the Attuned bond as their eyes meet - a dragon's instincts are overpowering to say the least - but with a snort to shake it off, she returns to the feast.
I didn't realise how much I needed this, she remarks to the Flood, and of course it has nothing to do with the ramphire. It's the whole thing; the flight, the dive, the kill, just being able to feel something again. (As if their roll in the mud wasn't enough). Thank you.
I didn't realise how much I needed this, she remarks to the Flood, and of course it has nothing to do with the ramphire. It's the whole thing; the flight, the dive, the kill, just being able to feel something again. (As if their roll in the mud wasn't enough). Thank you.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
