Silver Creek [m]Lost and afraid

Any tags for reference, tentatively set in the future from leaving the Willows

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The days had blended together, a drug-induced haze made the lost healer dizzy—she felt heavy, forgetful. She did not have the capacity to reverse the effects for He kept her under, pliable, and accepting of his poppy-infused teas.

Unbeknownst to her, the pair had travelled East, then to the South, arriving into a secluded area of the Hinterlands, a place called Silver Creek. It was wrapped in a thick blanket of trees, away from prying eyes, away from anyone, really. 

It was quiet, so quiet that her slowed thoughts echoed in the recessed spaces of her mind; @Reverie and @Everett, Carnelian and Peridot, faces of those who owned pieces of her heart materialized before her as she settled herself beside the Creek. She talked to them, confessed things to them, confided in them.

His voice rose above the nonsensical conversations and the faces disappeared, leaving her feeling empty. Dull eyes found the owner of the voice as his black silhouette came into view, albeit a bit hazy and unclear.