The Heartwood [m] In what appears to be a ritual "Godspeak" song of the Rieklings

Probably my last, feel free to powerplay Ana <3

Home.

Had she ever known what that was like? A home? A place where she truly belonged?

Yes, She murmured, eyes beginning to cloud with grief and growing fatigue. Anathema shivered in spite of the boy's warmth. An odd sort of chill was settling over her as blood continued to ooze from her head.

Black waters; the rising tide; all her veins turning cold and dark.

And he, the only light around for miles, with his honeyed fur like bright summer mornings on the beach, eyes like the clear sky over that holy island she'd left behind. In his warmth she felt, at last, the touch of God.

In him she found her religion.