Jade Fern Grove bonji

it was good to be alive.
heda realized this the moment she also realized that The Clock had not ticked in a long time.
head auraed in butterflies, she turned that moment to look in druid's direction.
for the longest second, her eyes didn't register what she was seeing. or whom.
and then instinct tugged at heda, followed by sisterly insistence, followed by shock. shock! and — relief?
"druid?" her own voice felt like it was coming from a thousand miles away as she trembled and then raced on her own unshaking legs right for the face she had never thought she would see again.
it is good to be alive.