Horizon Ridge alles Leid und Schmerzen stillest

she withdraws, noting the girl's discomfort and finding the wound to be only skin-deep. her throat tightens; something is wavering, the shadow made briefly, uncomfortably earthbound by something she can not name. unreadable gaze studied the ocean-eyed woman a moment longer, ears sweeping back, forward again. around them, the water is beginning to change as the sun rises higher, reflecting with greater clarity the canopy above, becoming brighter, lighter. 

" will-o'-the-wisp, " slips from her maw, touched by accent, hoarse and light as the words preceding it, " my name. " one of many, but one that is dear to her. she does not know what prompts her to offer it now, to force words from sandpaper throat.