Dragoncrest Cliffs i built a kingdom using endless human misery

a large man, at the edge of the cliffs.

that is strange. she's only noticed women here, and though one may attribute that to her weakened state, the healers Avicus has known have only been men. no roles have solely belonged to one or the other—

but it has only been women, and now, here is a man.

not that it really matters. she hobbles along, still on the mend, watching him with wary indigo eyes. she does not draw too near, fearing both his foreign presence and that of the cliffs, which drop off so precariously. . .

she's seen them, from a distance. watched the birds sail off so gracefully.

she cannot fly,

but she wishes she could—

(or does she only wish to fall?)

she comes to a halt, staring at him, waiting for the man to make the first move.