Honeyed Pasture this pain is just too real

Eshe had let forth a sound and did not know what it was. Did not know much of anything but for this pain--it felt as though what was within her was not simply trying to come out, but... but... the thought was too horrible to think of. It was as though this were its final hunger, its last plea, but they had only given her seconds to answer and she had nothing to answer them with! Eshe was dizzy with this thought and this fear, and out of her mind; it was then someone brought her back, a voice digging into her psyche and ripping her from one world to the next.

Her eyes fell upon the most beautiful thing she had ever in her life beheld. Skinny though the other was, the creature was not emaciated. Eshe could not get a sense for the others age, for to her own eyes she looked like a woman grown, voluptuous and gorgeous and resplendent in her white gown. Eshe knew that in all of her years, nothing had ever been so beautiful as this. The others beauty was so great that, absurdly, she felt self-conscious. So lovely was she that her pain was distracted by it--even those within her were brought to stillness, as though they knew this moment of silence was necessary, to respect what the eyes could hardly process in this moment.

But it did not last long. Eshe writhed against the earth, closed her eyes tightly. Another scream threatened to break free, but it did not. Scimitar, she managed to make out, exhaustedly.