The Tangle Heart

Thibault!
The sky is enraged; an ugly, stewing indigo lashes from between the treetops. Her scent is metallic and tinged with rain. Thibault, rete!
Running, lunging between burrs, until she can swoop down and snip her teeth toward his nape in the hopes of grabbing him; in the hopes of stopping him from meeting a similar fate. Sapphique was not to lose another child. You can't do it alone, Thibault. Please!