Hushed Willows you've made one too many mistakes to get out clean

Why she was awake at this hour, she didn't know. Nor did she know why she ascended toward the stargazing place, if only to see a sunset. Did anyone really know, ever, why choices were made a certain way? One could say that Lily, a character in a story, was placed here by her creator, just in time to find the still-breathing body on the stone.

But then what does that make us? Are we mere characters in someone else's story, pulled to and fro to satisfy their whims and dreams and goals?

Seabreeze, Lily breathed, her face stricken as she trotted to her friend's side, skidding a little on the icy surface. She bent low, breath fogging in the chilly air. The Seer still breathed, but the lights were out and no one, at least right now, was home.

What was she to do? She was no medic, had no knowledge of healing or plants. All she could do was talk to others, and that was a damn fine occupation to have when they could, you know, actually talk back. But here she lay next to a motionless, speechless figure, completely and utterly paralyzed herself. She had to call for. . .someone. She had to get Seabreeze to safety.

The blackbird gently placed her teeth in the thickest part of the woman's neck, taking great care to drag her back down at the slowest speed she could manage.