Duck Lake so i looked into your eyes

orochi rallied long enough to emit one last command — which astara thoroughly ignored with an owlish blink of her deep indigo eyes. 

she sprung back at his lurching, settling out of reach — yet every so often her gaze flickered towards the boy and the crimson pool of blood which spread ominously outward. 

a silence came over the glade. astara made to move close, distrustful of the boy’s sudden peace. insuring he had indeed fell victim to bloodloss, hysteria, or shock (or all three) astara prodded once at the boy’s slack shoulders, and then, if no stirring commenced, would attempt to drag the boy back to their coven.