Nova Peak [nd] while you damn the dead i'm trying to survive

i was hoping to use this for a trade thread so tacking on a reply here to count for trade purposes
much as she had been with sialuk, sobeille was the sponge soaking up any wisps of wisdom the seer was willing to share. she eyed the skull and framed to memory its contents; later, she’d try on her own gruesome totems and see which flowers were most potent, which bones or stones or flora yielded the most spiritual essence.

as the night waned on sobeille found herself studying the seer’s gristly face. the yellowed teeth, the erratic eyes — how many lives put under her fang?

she left the peak in deep musing, feeling a spiritual vortex swarming in her heart.