Wheeling Gull Isle His eye is on the sparrow

also skippable! <3

the night smudge once called saint, child of vaermina,

the snake in the garden of eden —

draws in a simple breath as they are roused. they give no sound to their displeasure though. instead, the witchling has resolved themselves to this fate. unwanted and different though it was.

soon, they would forget the smell of their nightshade mother. soon, they would forget her voice, forget the taste of her mothersmilk.

until this life was all they knew.

sainty, sainty, saint —

a shadow passed, caught in the corner of their corrupted eye. real or imagined ... but either way real to them. they ignore it as they try

unsuccessfully

to ignore the others.