Barrow Fields now i'm in exile

all welcome but also for @Stjornuati!

her small frame had grown thin as the summer turned to autumn; she could feel the arriving winter in her bones, taste it in the air. she knew a shadow was growing just beyond the edges of her sense, and often she would wake from a slumber with her heart racing, having felt its breath at her neck, pearly teeth brushing against her skin as it told her in a language like the deep, bass rumblings of the earth to runrunrunrunrunrunrunRUN...

the barrows were a poor choice to take shelter.

death was already hunting; to be here was a defiance of its order to run. no.

you are the wolf that looks at me from within the waters. i do not fear you or your world, mirror of my own.

sadhbh wasn't sure if this was true. she was exhausted. and to return home, where she would be cared for in secret — that felt like defeat, not death. at least out here, in these strange lands that kept pulling her back in for no good reason, she could die knowing that she had chosen a path rather than simply follow one that had been laid out for her by her mother. sadhbh's existence was no less secret in these wilds — she was a wraith, lingering and then vanishing before anyone could so much as learn her name. she had not been well socialized.

she leaned against a mound before slipping down, down to rest, closing her fiery eyes against the moonlight.