Description
[ Spring, 2023 ]
The news of Fluke's disappearance settled in the heaviest way. Dripping through her limbs and turning her to ice, although the lands were melting around her. She didn't... understand why. And she wondered, if in some way, the world was punishing her. Or that the bad luck of her owlishness had finally surfaced at full. Was everyone she grew close to doomed to disappear, or die, or leave?
She barely had any more tears to cry, for all that she had wept after Ozan had passed, but somehow they still came, stinging her eyes and trailing off into the sharp, biting wind.
Loneliness was her company again.
Ixchel & art (c) Zoketi