The Sunspire he held my hands above my head and i commenced to pray

@Praimfaya - for harbinger threads, lmk which it is you need currently

riley had not moved much in the days that followed. the rain had never let up, and neither had the nagging pain in his hindquarters the cut had transformed from clean and fresh and open, to raw and crusted and oozing. he knew he was poorly off, but orlaith was long gone and he felt a strange mental barrier about calling for esme.

he sat under an overhang, the very same one orlaith had visited -- part of him wished the phoenix would return and end the ennui that was his entrapment of his own making, but part of him was fine with the isolation. he had lived most of his life alone, and the following weeks would be no different.. only, riley was losing weight and gradually becoming more and more ataxic -- a grim sign his cuts were getting worse and not better.