Sequoia Coast The summers die, One by one.

sounds good! <3

pray.
once upon so short a time ago, heda might have accepted that, wanted it. led the prayer herself, in passion and in adulation. even now, she felt the golden leap of some remaining hope, quenched by the pain which ripped through her to think of caracal.
and judah.
pray, her eyes bid him, and she bowed her head with a shuddering breath. perhaps john's words could shift some debris from her heart's door.