Silverlight Terrace the tell-tale heart

Karst and Avicus; Avicus and Karst. or @Nuak, she supposes, thinking of the name moonwoman had given him.

said moon shines down upon them this night, bathing the open field in a silver glow. it brings out strange hues in her own pelt, almost blue-white, like the heart of a fire. 

what is a name, anyway? Merrick had once called her 'blood-flower.' she rejects it now. 

Ashlar had given her not a name, but a song.

Astara had—

mother. the single word, a yearning thought, hits her square in the sternum, and she pauses in her stalking of a meandering rabbit, her auburn frame slowly sinking down upon the earth. like a wound, spreading across her body. like losing a limb. . .or a part of her heart.

she cannot breathe when she thinks of her mother, so she keeps the dark woman at bay. every so often, though—just like this moment—Astara enters her mind, and Avicus crumbles.