Blackfeather Woods lavender

there were few words in astara's command, and unsurprisingly, she had no word for the sight before her. it upset her -- that battered body, the wrongness of it. as if the life had been sucked from the creature's marrows and left propped in its place was the hollowed vision of coarse fur draped over bone. instinctively the girl sucked back as the agouti woman rose -- her eyes fastened on the dark and swimming holes that had no feedback, no emotion in their depths.

she had no words, and thus, could not ask 'what happened to your eyes?' a tremor overcame her and astara was painfully aware that she wanted her mother. quietly, the girl whimpered - a soft and piteous sound that announced her discomfiture.