Totoka River no direction but a faith in her decision

not a kindred spirit, then — but a believer. wearily the listener wondered what sort of falsehoods they would find wrapped around this truth rasha carried. yet the stormborn had chosen to follow. there was promise in that.

above, the sky crackled and shifted and came alive with icy cloudburst. the listener paid no mind to the frigid fingers of water burrowing through their thin coat. spirits whisper to me, they explained. of fate. of what must be and what may be. of many faces of god.