Blackfeather Woods your beauty makes them weak

let's fade this and have another :D

he offered comfort, but relmyna would not take it. he knew nothing of it all, and nor did she know the enormity of her own lore. they were broken, they were sundered; she did not stop to consider that the wood fared well, and it was only she who suffered, only she was was beginning to slip beneath the loss and horror and sorrow that had marked all her years, both remembered and unrecognizable.
relmyna turned away from him, her gaze fixed to the earth; there was little to say or to mention. there were no words that would chase the cobwebs from a heart grown more thick with dust over time, nothing to quell her inner chaos. wintersbane looked at her so — she wished to dash that from his eyes, replace it with the disgust she felt for herself, day to day, her hours edged in loathing.
perhaps he would go now. perhaps he would not come back.