Blackfeather Woods i was just so shy, so shy

Private for @Cobalt <333

She wasn't meant to be here.

Or maybe this was exactly where she was meant to be. Blue wasn't sure. She'd heard stories of Blackfeather Woods, of course, but what story could prepare someone for the reality of a thing? Even in winter, everything sheathed in snow, the woods had a dark look to them.

A dark history, too, she remembered from her mother's words.

Yet she was unafraid. Blue slipped beneath the cover of the trees as if she'd been born to it, finally letting herself turn and search the wind for any sign of Cobalt. Surely he would be here. Surely he would not have let her come alone.

once, there had been a morta.

one that had so fiercely clung to blackfeather, that had wept in this place when blackfeather had passed.

in his blood sung that morta and in this woman was blackfeather. perhaps they were meant for this long ago, well before the saltwater had bewitched them in oceanic life together.

yet there would be no death in here on that day and if anyone wept let it be from joy.

this blackfeather was life. she created it and she destroyed it. she shaped it all in her image. this was as close to any religion as he might ever come. he was worshipful and he was not a greedy worshiper. only grateful. only blessed to be here, to know her and to create with her.

he is summoned by her, by this place.

this is their ritual now.

he approached on long limbs but his steps are careful upon this holy ground.