Starglow Basin bruja,

the days pass by, many — qiao marking each of them with a line in the sand. she is kept under watch, but her treatment is not unkind — still, it does nothing to ease the resentment she felt towards her captors.

when saya appeared qiao rose, noting the serene blankness of her guard’s features. on some hidden wind the overworld chittered — weaving a song of danger.

herded towards some unknown destination, qiao’s eyes widened as she saw just who it was slumped in the sandstone.

eset. it was then the song of danger became a roar and qiao knew the woman’s purpose here was to see her line ended.

she hissed and suddenly wheeled on her captors, fangs bared as she reached for soto.