The Heartwood Pouliá

sorcha had nothing to say; she only gave antigone a look as the pair of them melted deeper into the forest.
with each step she felt her heart break. at one point the girl was unable to stop herself from looking back alongside her grey shoulder; lot's wife.
a lump in her throat, then sorcha broke into a run, careening through the woodland, farther and farther from her homeland.
something inside her was breaking. this was wrong. she should go back. and yet each step made it seem as though she could not.
sorcha did not stop until she was winded and the caldera was far behind she and antigone. only then did her tear-blurred green eyes look for his own. what next?