Blackfeather Woods lavender

astara's target, freshly stopped and curiously bent down to the ground, uttered something the girl did not understand. she tilted her head in confusion, ears flopping to the side as she did so. there was not much she understood at all about the woman; why was she beaten? why did she look the way she did? where were her eyes?

astara wanted to know these things, but she lacked the language to speak them. all the same, the broken form instilled a sense of anxiety in the girl, and suddenly afraid whatever had taken ocra's eyes might take her own, astara fled back towards her mother.