The Heartwood all the perfumes of arabia will not sweeten this little hand

@Tzila :)

deep in the heartwood does a bloody white hair dangle from the yearlings' mouth, still radiating warmth in death. little remains once she is done filling her stomach -- a few days worth of hunt-inhibiting injury deprived her momentarily of fufilling meals. nevertheless, her health was restoring and energy returning, and thus she ventured on. briefly, she is reminded to urias and wonders if he had managed to locate his sister. or had not, as she hadn't. perhaps both their journeys would not bear the desired result and their paths would converge once more. more often than not she did not enjoy the extended company of others, yet his had been almost enjoyable.

pushing aside the thought, the girl picked apart the small bones from the corpse, studying each as though she had never seen it before. anatomy was a curious thing, and a subject scylla was now prompted to learn more about.