Qeya River sand hollow

at first, she thought he would not speak at all. if that is what he wanted, she would accept it. fine. if he wanted to hold ill-ridden feelings to his chest, it was his prerogative. not her own.
and did she need to explain herself? she thought not, given that their own histories were so coveted. if he had bothered to ask—
lanzadoii fell from his tongue, quick and spitted, muscle in his jaw flexing as his anger rolled off of him in ripples. she would much rather prefer this than the deafening silence of the unknown. of what storms swirled inside of his mind's eye.
i did not know he lived. she said, keeping her tone neutral, despite the bob in her throat of swallowing saliva. did he still? reborn anew is what you said. she quoted him from a time to go, histories to themselves. she didn't know how he got that scar, didn't know where ghelan's real mother was—
i will tell you once, if that is what you want. a compromise, perhaps. but then no more. i am saatsine. that is what i choose.
she took a smooth bite of the heart, the blood spilling upon her lips.