Qeya River I know the pieces fit

by the bidding of ksura, she was lower. too tired to continue gurgled laughter, too tired to goad him into some continued display of their new leadership.

she walked the thin line of doubt and belief with him. of admiration and disgust. she did not know how to feel about anything now.

she was only silent and near lifeless save for the labored breathing. he could name her, he could call her whatever he wished. he already called her saatsiine, what was another new name?

the light was quickly burning out. she needed proper sleep if she was ever to recover from this day.