Sawtooth Spire Here are the holy birds

xtabay didn't answer, she only adjusted her stare to seth's face once more. she was seen. with furrowed brows, she swallowed back a feeling she didn't know what to do with and the slightest nod followed.

❝yes, it is so.❞ she spoke before fluttering blinks aided her gaze away from him towards to ground.

was that part of her preserved, somewhere? or was it indeed cut out?

❝i wonder,❞ xtabay sighed before continuing. ❝i wonder if she is- preserved. it's a part of myself that hasn't surfaced for years. perhaps she truly is dead.❞

❝what parts of you are dead, seth?❞ would he allow her to see him?

just as he saw her.