Ankyra Sound one thing on my mind

a child.

qiao’s meditation ended, the communicative thread with the overworld she’d been mentally balancing upon withering to nothing.

qiao was aware of the girl before she ever spoke; it was the arrogant pulse of her blood, the stir of the trees as she passed. the forest betrayed her presence long before she did.

perhaps the forest was the danger.

qiao. the crone answered, resting her sharp eyes upon the girl. and you?