Bearclaw Valley the clock of the time dragon

returned to the place of her birth, the thirdborn child of the bear and the raven found in its silence a new brand of madness. void; that which she had been fashioned from now crumbled her at the edges. there was nothing. so much nothing.

astara, dead. merrick, gone. she would never know what had become of her father, but neither would she forget that he had once called her night-pearl. until the day he betrayed her.

she'd loved him as wholly as she'd loathed his grinning bear-god.

as wholly as she'd loved her children, her first and true children. morgra. ptolemy. pelagius.

there was no love in her now. she had nothing but madness.

she paced.

@Germanicus @Aquillius