Blackfeather Woods my life and all seemed turned to clay

she wanted to ignore that call when she heard it, knowing by the creep in her bones something black and befouled was at hand. the nightcub knew better than to ignore the summons of her dam, but it did not stop the worming feeling in her gut.

she dragged the pale skull behind her, a ghastly shadow that thunked thunked thunked in chatterwhite remonstration to each step. she found her mother astride a strangely assembled cairn, a distant frenzy to those turquoise eyes that made even astara shiver.

around astara a thousand shadows shifted into motion. the skull clattered to the ground, the echoes radiating in grim rebounds through the eldritch forest.