a rabbit; untethered. she placed her feet in the marks left by his own and spoke of starclan, how they had appointed a shadowprince over their numbers. she told juárez how he had once been king of the sun. the heat grew hot, oppressive. cloying. it seemed she could not get a full breath. silvertongue hung her head among the swamp's ether, swallowing back bile as she tried to escape into her visions again. it felt good to be unraveled, as good as it felt horrible. between these lands silvertongue wandered a thin path, staring now at the monster as she panted. no longer did she speak except to ask him, once, to send her onto that balcony of dreams before he enjoyed himself again. whether or not he heard her did not matter. she grabbed another mouthful of sweltering air and swayed.