Broken Boulder Legacy

Between Atlas's jocular nature, Saede's incessant questions, and the seemingly endless bracket thicket, Morticia's mood was citrus-sour. It ebbed only slightly when they broke out onto open ground, the bifurcated boulder rising up as a compelling landmark before them—

But only slightly.

Keep up, girl, she snapped at her handmaiden, who was still picking her way through the brush. So annoyed she was that her husband's question didn't register at first; she flipped her attention to his, her face reading, What?! before the words finally came to her.

It's his duty to be looking out, the golden witch reasoned, nostrils flaring slightly. We'll wait for him to come.

The war was wearing upon her. Conquest was sweet, true, but she was older now, and felt every season in her bones. When would the time come to rest upon their laurels? Heavens knew she could use a long, languorous nap.