Morningside Cuesta walk the nightmare terrain forever

revui, his voice slicing between the syllables of merrick's own, aria spiraling, rising on foamwater winds toward arbiter and her canny pack. and yet the hate for her was new; it had not existed during his time beneath her. for arbiter he had slain a great stag and earned his place. it had not been her doing that laurel had dragged indra off, that tadec had faded, that nunataq had fled.
and yet for all those sins merrick held her very breath to be accountable, for the sight of her had spurred him back to those unhappy times.
and so he shattered the air with his voice, until tones threatened to crack and he swung back toward revui, panting, staring.