Dahozhoni Meadow arco

She’d bolted, lungs burning with the effort, limbs leadened with the force of strides. The pace alone taxed the coy sorely, to say nothing of starving pains which poisoned her chest and belly with hot acid. She knew she was close now, only another day off when the snow gusts ceded to frost and land grew hard.

Stopping was dangerous. Stopping was too agonizing, because when she did it was Khusobek’s ice eyes she saw fading into nothing. Then the slow withering of violets.

But exhaustion finally overwhelmed her pain and when she could no longer pillar another step, Eset collapsed at the banks of a small pond and filled her empty belly with water.