Dahozhoni Meadow arco

as the sunset dwindled and darkness crept closer, saya’s amber eyes flickered with something colder than the sun's fading light. she watched as eset’s breathing slowed, each exhale steady, heavy, pulling her deeper into slumber.

the witch, she murmured under her breath, a chilling note slipping free into the still night. her words were as soft as the wind’s whisper, but they held the edge of a blade. 

once silence fully embraced them, saya moved with quiet precision. from her makeshift sack, she withdrew the twisted, lifeless roots she had hidden there, their dark tendrils like the fingers of a curse. setting them aside, she turned her attention to eset.

her lithe form crouched low as she worked. lifting the sleeping woman with a strength that belied her slender frame, she hauled eset’s body onto her own. the weight was nothing compared to the burdens saya had carried before—this was simply another means to an end.

the darkness watched, unjudging, as saya moved into it. her mind churned, schemes turning like clockwork behind a facade of calm. her voice, low and almost tender, murmured one last chilling sentiment to the still air:

dream sweetly, darling. the morning holds no mercy.

fade here? i'll start a new one in the basin ^^