Blackfeather Woods Let my eyes be the rhythm

last for me also <3

she listened to them speak, but the hum of their voices was all but lost in the whisper of the gods. she was beyond this conflict, beyond the tension between flicker and wintersbane. she committed herself to her task, nursing the woman's lacerated flesh with the breadth of her skill, and when she had finished, her gaze traveled briefly to the silver-ruffed man who had come to mean so very much to her innermost heart.
be careful, came the gentle movement of her lips; relmyna turned her eyes upon him more fully once flicker had departed. it was greatly meant, and yet she doubted the man would take her advice. much as she felt for him, he had outgrown the ageing wood, outgrown her in ways not yet recognized.
and suddenly, the great weight dragged at her soul again.
reaching up to his cheek, relmyna brushed her ragged lips there once, lingering a silent moment before turning to pad into the haunted shadows.