Ravensblood Forest Patient In The Flames

he had become melancholic, in an inspiring, poetic manner. he caught a trace of a familiar scent, and let his long stride bring him nearer.

the dark artemis, where was she? how had she changed? his own frame had certainly become more obscured over the past season. had she shed her mother's curves yet, were her offspring now running about?

the possibility of a second meeting was sweet enough of a though, that slavuj came closer than he usually risked. 

sat down facing the trees, he sung the same song, swaying with the rise and fall of his voice.

"...th' sea~son rubs mi wraung,

th' sah~mer swells, anon,

so knock mi daun~"