Lion Head Mesa i'm a ghost and you know this

word vomits

fear? was that what it was that bloomed and curled sickly in her chest?

losing more of my blood. i have a sister who has not come out of grieving since the first queen passed. i had a brother who surely could not stomach the thought of divine consort and left at the first flick of challenge. i have a father who lies in holy waiting upon the mesa after a stint of madness.

but her voice was raising with a tone of scorched earth! hot and harsh.

toula is the only one who has not failed me in my blood.