Fabi broke free from her captors (her aunties and cousins) and raced towards the edge of the tree line and beyond. She was old enough now she could find her way home, she hoped thought? Maybe. But perhaps not. But for now that was the least of her worries and she was stopped short by the cliffs and she stood looking out over the sound.
She lived her voice and lifted it high in feral loudness. letting loose. And she stared more at the sea that had claimed more than she gave and she wanted to hate her. But she was a siren. A queen. And she could no more hate that which gave her life as quick as it took it away.
She lived her voice and lifted it high in feral loudness. letting loose. And she stared more at the sea that had claimed more than she gave and she wanted to hate her. But she was a siren. A queen. And she could no more hate that which gave her life as quick as it took it away.
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