Chimera Fields apollonius

The cough of a word surprises him. Avicus is not one for conversation from what he has experienced. She would sooner speak through bloodletting, spelling what she wanted through bites and tears of his flesh; she was like her mother that way. A dark look passed over her and it was one he knew well. That look made him want to be smaller and smaller and smaller, barely an atom in her wake.

Deer. — yes, he had seen it, but —

We go, now. the girl commanded, and he rose up, unfurling to his full height; turning to look from her to where the deer had escaped to, and then back. Perplexed.

His hips trembled. There was no way to tell if it was from fear or from weakness of his body; either way he did not think he could do what was asked of him. Too fast, he murmurs, afraid to raise his voice.