Duskfire Glacier demeter

while lousine waited, she prayed again. silently, eyes drawn shut, head tipped down toward the earth.

my Sin, my Selardi, thank you. but what for?

faust returned within reasonable time, and he did not return empty handed. lousine gasped lightly; a pronghorn, a bundle of gangly limbs and quickly drying blood. for her. from him. she couldn't hide her giddy smile.

come sit, eat with me, she patted the ground beside her with a soft thump of her tail. then, she leaned over the tiny carcass and pressed her forehead to where the fawn's pulsepoint would've been. one, two, three seconds before she pulled away and began to eat.

you've told me about your mother, the priestess, she commented idly, simply curious and oblivious to the dam that could potentially break. but not your father. what was he like?