Luneshale Pass Fingers Tearing Through the Ground

Divine fury. Mortal ache.

The half-breed recoiled at each touch, shrinking back from her as though she scalded him. His steps quickened, the distance growing between them, until his supplies fell with a dull thud, and a shaking paw extended—keeping her firmly at arm’s length.

Hard eyes fixed upon the Jackdaw, because ignorance did not suddenly relieve his own feelings of abandonment. Ignorance did not turn lovers into liars.

Her question hung in the air, unanswered, as he leveled his own.

When did you stop trusting me?

Had she ever trusted him in the first place?
Another thought.

Did you ever actually care, Legend?

Memories of that night so long ago.
A pain that had perhaps never been forgotten, only half-buried under ever shifting sands.

Or was I just a fleeting entertainment? A means to an end?