Sun Mote Copse and my whole earth shook

only once keshi fell out of vision did the roiling tension in her shoulders ease. she turns to vermouth, holding his gaze in unapologetic intensity.

but if it was an answer he wishes for, he would wait a long time. already the prohibiting presence within her was fading, as if it had used the last of its fading strength to emerge at the forefront of her thoughts and take control. 

a heavy sigh upends from her chest. sensing the ebbing of that molten animus, accipitra’s eyes soften and she nudges vermouth’s cheek once before beginning to scent the ground.