Lost Creek Hollow Violar [m]

rain spatter. fingers tracing a windowpane. light shining through emerald grass. the crashing of a waterfall somewhere distant. the scent of loam. the stirring of stone and leaf. the herbs gave her the ability to sink down where he could not find her, into the ground itself; tendrils of consciousness binding itself among the mushrooms and the millipedes, the crawling platoons of ants and the gentle coil of garter snakes in an easier night. she did not allow herself the dreaming; she did not give in to the insistence. the monster took what he wanted. she carried her soul out of reach and gave it to starclan, for maybe they could keep safe what she had never guarded.