Deepwood Weald luto et nivis

she wished to squeeze shut her eyes, to hide from what would surely be her end. but she forced them to remain wide, to stare down the creature who would consume her soul and tear her from this world. only, this úmaiar spoke, when the ones from her stories did not. 

a man. just a man. 

the tremble in her legs eased, though the tension in them did not. still stuck in the mud, still lost. "you be just a man." she looked upon him as if to convince herself these words were true. 

"i be just a woman."