Wheeling Gull Isle ii. moondust

Shapes moved about her, colorless and almost without form as her vision blurred, darkened. She wondered if there was a difference between the clutches of sleep and of death. What was death but slipping into a deep sleep? Had Miraak's adrenaline faded into a peaceful acceptance as he exsanguinated?

A muzzle near her face, a long tongue sweeping over her ears. Soft crooning voice. A pair of eyes, bluer than anything she'd seen before, blinking kindly at her. The warmth of someone curled nearby. The pungent smell of meat, so enticing it made her stomach gurgle audibly, but she couldn't find the strength to lap it up.

It was calm, serene. If the strangers intended to wake her with their ministrations, she knew it not. She was being lulled into drowsy contentment, finally resting peacefully for the first time in--gods, how long had it been? When had she last been this happy? As a child, perhaps. Snuggled with. . .

"Ram. . .Euron. . ." The whisper slipped from her lips before she promptly fell asleep.

last post here! <3