Redsand Canyon iv: the wind, unchained

there is sadness in this woman's gaze, too much of it. too much sadness for such a lovely fae. but Kaali can understand that kind of sorrow that comes with an empty stomach and mouths to feed, and her heart swells. she takes this mother into her soul; they are inexplicably bonded, though it may be unrequited, and the white-furred lady may never know.

but Kaali knows, and she will never forget.

"do you have a place to go?" she inquires, knowing that perhaps she pries too deep into personal affairs. "moving is difficult, especially with family. can i help in that endeavour, at least?"

what is she doing? damn her weakness for beautiful women--

it gets her in trouble.

perhaps she's just signed on to ferry a brute across the wilds, a man who should have no claim to this goddess and yet--for some incredible reason--she is his, in the eyes of many. a brute and his children. further spreading evil. now Kaali is an accomplice to this cruel act.

fuck.