Black Morass toward salvation

ione knew before she saw him.

the shift in the air, the faint disturbance in the stillness of the morass—she did not need to look to know who had come.

when she did turn, eyes softened, warmth blooming beneath the surface of her usual composure. thantos.

she moved to him without hesitation, slipping through the mist like she had been waiting for him all along. where had he been? where had she been? it did not matter now.

brother, she greeted, voice touched with something almost fond. her tail flicked, an unspoken welcome. you found me.