Barrow Fields a twist, a tale, a rip through my sail

he felt stung to learn that she did not accept he had sought her - the disbelief was writ across her face far sharper and more intense than even the flickering glow of her jackolatern gaze. tachyon felt defeated -- he had no way to prove he nearly died to find her and, at the last moment, had crawled towards donnelaith's doorstep to save himself. "what do you mean you are not safe?" he simpered sadly, his gaze forlorn and focused on the ground in sorrow.