Two Eyes Cenote beryllium

"you aren't ever coming back, are you?"

her body ached when she woke now, not for pain nor rigour, but for touch. tavina had retreated to the very recesses of muat-riya as of late, glimpsed most often at evening when she strode out to gather more herbs than the palace could possibly need.

sprigs to bind her soul, twigs to wall the pain, newblooms to mute the crying body which wept in loneliness.

"no. you're not," tavina murmured to herself, voice breaking only once.