Swiftcurrent Creek gratitude's got a short half-life, clarice

okay for plot and timeline's sake i'm gonna set this before the lecter/clarice thread, and also before the lecter/jinx thread <3 steph to post first plz

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Though they had traveled far, they were not weary. The pale pair had sustained themselves upon the dark energy of their God, and thrummed with it as they passed through valley and across mountain. The shaman was torn, tattered, a study in misery and agonies, but he felt not a touch of either as he faced into the lashing winds.

They were at a precipice, and he sought to guard her from the scents upon the nearby foliage, though at length he relented; he could keep the gossamer madwoman from nothing. And it was a familiar fragrance; he coupled it with the remembrance of brine, and knew.

“ Lethe,” the shaman murmured, torn ears cupped forward for the sounds of savage wolves. He had known her, yes, but she had not known him, and the humour of their clashes curved his lips momentarily.

But she was of Shearwater, and he had not scented Jinx, or any of of the scattered Bon Dye. If he was to be truthful, however, Lecter had not searched for them, for failing in such a quest would have shattered his heart; searching but never finding the Kesuk. And so, setting himself, Lecter tipped back his crown and let a dirge flow into the cold air, summoning Lethe.