Kintla Flatlands cause i can hardly see what’s in front of me - these days, and those days too.

vague but assumptions made about her most recent thread in rusalka <3 @Emaleth

nursing her wounds figuratively in a glade nearby, caiaphas spat a hateful gob of spit into the wind. the wind arced it immediately back towards her, and she squinted as she ducked away and mournfully watched the snow fall.

merrick and his dark cur had gone south. it was too late to accompany them on the trail, but if rusalka was to turn its back upon caiaphas, well, that’s where she’d go next. the blundering of the storm made travel a folly, so rather than strike out that very minute as her heart desired, caiaphas hung under the eaves of a shivering pine. her expression was pulled into one of frowning recollection; she was so lost in her thoughts, and the wind so loud and howling in her ears, that she did not realize she was alone.