Ravensblood Forest at the body shop [ part ii ]

with @Ash Paw close behind them, they make their way to the small den they had carved out to hold their threadbones. relief twists tightly with tension the closer the pair draw; a low throb in the base of their skull, a feeling that is both euphoria and dread. it is familiar, these warring feelings. they are constant companions when the dreadfather goes to their bones, present also when they deign to pluck apart threads in attempt to discern what they mean.

their steps slow when they approach the small den; shoving their head within the grasp the rabbit fur the bones were cradled in. there was one gifted to them by the one whose name they do not know ...but that remains within the den. it was not needed for this reading.

they set the fur down and watch, hungrily, as the bones scatter; breaking their concentration upon them briefly to peer at ash paw.

sometimes they require a question or a presence. today, they call to me.

the dreadfather's attention is drawn back immediately to the bones, like a moth to a flame.