Luneshale Pass perla

it’s not long before his brother appears, a silvery swan held in tow. and like the famed bird, her wings were clipped — drugged and missing a leg. 

soto’s eyes linger. there’s still some fight in her, but surely the few seconds of darkness she’d already tasted would become days, even years - until her hope bleeds from her like a river. 

it would hurt her less to just give up. 

he turns to his brother in silence, eyes questioning him for what he planned to do with this argent dove.