The Tangle they’re just little pink plastic bags

@Alarian
set 9/17

gone.

home. family. hope. consciousness. all of it was washed away. there was no one who could save him now. he was in the hands of mother nature and her waters.

thank the gods she took pity on this helpless boy. the river that carried him had eventually dialed down the intensity. some wooden structure, a log perhaps, floated underneath him and kept his head just above certain death. if he were awake during this, aeryn would surely worship the universe for its mercy.

but he wasn’t awake. and he was trapped between life and death, unaware of where he was going. 

he would stay in this vegetative state for hours until his body washed up on a bank. the journey was over. aeryn lay completely still, sides gently rising and falling.