Qeya River briar hearts

she echoed the word with a passion now. learning, enriching herself. if she melded herself to these new ways first, then he would not have to do so in such a harsh manner.

yet he was gone.

off into the current with a strength she had not yet come to possess again. if he held suspicions, she held jealousy. suddenly she was making for land again. tired. the warming fires of whatever plant she had ingested seemed to not be able to combat this mood.