Blackfeather Woods the unending fight, to call yourself alive

permission granted to skip Zeus

Jakoul thought she was leaving, that she had been ushered away and would be free to tap until she could move forward once more. She was, as usual, wrong. A new voice rattled around her brain. It halted her dance. Hesitantly silver eyes glanced to the tattered statue of a man. He had been her but it seemed like she was just now registering him.

"Speak name, or go."

Simple words with a simple request. Her tongue swept over her lips once more and somehow she attempted to make herself a bit smaller. Jakoul. The word was heavy and this time it was not a repeat of what someone else had said. It was a name. Her name. She could only wonder what they would do with her new acts and words. What request would be presented this go around?