Blackfeather Woods Deeper, still and wholly

@Aries :)) set on the 18th of June.

She brought him to the woods with little chatter, finding the approaching sun rather intimidating. She was such an equal to the night that it was hard for her to feel safe under the bright rays of sun. Her complexion soaked in the heat, unlike that of Potema, but she managed. Swimming, as she had learned from a passing stranger, was also a way to escape it all. When the borders and the scent of blood and rotting bodies began to come closer, Nyx halts as if to check up on the kid. He must be tired; both of them had not closed an eye for, it seemed, the entire night. Somehow that proved much more to Nyx than it would for anyone else.

We are nearly there, my spiderling. She coos in a sweet tone.