Silverlight Terrace arts

He did not speak.

This solidified her thoughts of the beast. A spirit come to hear her words. She had asked them to listen days ago, now she was given beating proof of it all before her.

Ears pressed towards her and suddenly she felt on a stage.

Her heart the drum in time with a rabbit's foot.

Show your face, spirit.

But her heart walked among many words between sunman and moonman. Her blood was not just the ice of her mother's but the heat and saltwater of her father's.

This could be a spirit of either.

Come.

Her voice quivered further without the veil of anaa's tongue.