Emberwood twisted shadow knots around my wrists

the calls were sounded, immediately pulling bhediya from her panic. the morning had been spent shifting between the stages of hysteria, each one more painful and terrifying than the last. she was happy to have been given a way out, an excuse to head back to the border.

there stood a familiar face, though one that she hadn't seen for some time. a smile twisted onto her maw as she made her approach, mocking him with a scornful shake of her head. what was his name again? kuku- no, kulkul.. klukul? k, bhediya finally decided upon, where did you go?