Qeya River fear the light, fear the breath

it’s the smell of blood that catches her attention first. when she turns to the source, she’s met with the smoldering gaze of dying suns. the presence of any other sets her on edge, but she weighs herself against this woman and finds herself at ease. 

i can take care of that, she says, but i don’t know how much use it’ll be. ilse realizes she isn’t sure who knows of sun eater’s plan, and finds herself unwilling to say more than what is necessary.