Starglow Basin desorden

two names she knew; one she did not. she looked upon the poor young lad, his eyes such a unique pairing of night and day—indigo and fire. there was something amiss with one of his legs, too, and she nodded toward the awkward limb with her gaze toward soto.

does he need care? fiamma asked. he was a boy of this year, no more than a few moons old. she didn't know how he'd gotten his injury, but she knew he was far too young to have earned it in battle on his own choice.

she sat back on her haunches, swiping her tongue along her teeth to clear away any blood and gristle from the rat. it wasn't good eating here; she didn't expect it to be. it might be some time before her next substantial meal.

beyond sangre. . .why did she stay?