Firefly Glen [PHE] bleed

anatolia said not a word.

her mouth ceased its gnawing movements but still held bone. her blue-transitioning-to-green eyes watched with the curiosity of a child. the girl was older than her, but not older like an adult. she was colored in all the warm shades of the treetops here. unlike herself who seemed to be trapped in a shawl of night.

the only warmth she had was the brown lines beneath her eyes. something to thank a missing father for.

her gradient limbs stretched over the rock now. as if she might melt right off of it. neck stretched to sniff down towards the older girl.

still, no words. maybe the bone that continues to be clutched between new teeth is to blame