ezra adopts a quiet and stillness that befit an acolyte in the hallowed halls of sacrosanct ground; saintlike. the weight of grief that he feels: not just for himself but for his den mates and his mother, feels heavy. older than the three month old who bore it.
like it was a taste of something long ago forgotten, tucked away in the cobwebbed recesses of a darkened library corner.
he draws in a quiet breath as goldfinch is the first to react, gaze following her until she vanished out of sight.
like it was a taste of something long ago forgotten, tucked away in the cobwebbed recesses of a darkened library corner.
he draws in a quiet breath as goldfinch is the first to react, gaze following her until she vanished out of sight.
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