Blackfeather Woods my legs refused to walk away

set in redgrove

quietude, solitude, moonlight glowing down in eldritch scarlet beams as the woman moved beneath the cover of nightfall. 
it was the ravens she sought
why would they answer?
and it was for them she searched this night.
perhaps it was not known to many, perhaps no one cared to see the haze in which mou and maegi comported themselves. they hurt no one; they merely existed outside reality as did her own daughters. and yet relmyna saw the gloss for what it was, if only for the reason that she walked on this night with poppy bleeding her tongue.
her seizings had grown more pronounced, and for all the time that relmyna knew she must hide them, she was afraid they would come to light. and so she had turned to herbs, to poisons that would relax her body so that her mind could not rack it with such trembles again. portions of her life she would gladly trade to see her children to adulthood, see blackfeather at peace.
poppy was not something she enjoyed, for its kiss caused her clarity to stumble. and so she did not indulge often, preferring the sharp knife of spores. but tonight she was in need, for tonight she sought the ravens, and could not fathom looking upon their bright eyes without her own secret horror.