Stone Circle rising

dated 16.09.2019 - 17.09.2019—bwp phase II

her voice is brittle as it rises over the foreign territory, and she promptly huddles in on herself. this is bad. really, really bad. she hasn't stopped trembling since she's found herself in the strange wood, even though it only contributes to the painful throbbing of her ribs. low whines escape her every so often as she imagines Rowan, and her mother, in the wood without her. 

she's never been this terrified, never felt this kind of primal fear. it screams at her to run run run, but the hurt bound around her ribs demands she collapse. every so often she peers over her should instinctively, as if expecting her mother or Rowan to appear there, and each time there is nothing. she stinks of old urine and fear, earth and stone, and the scent seems almost overwhelming.