Stone Circle push play, stop, rewind

tacking on a conclusion, thank you guys for the thread <3

she was gone -- gone, but not without a trace.

bloody tracks marked her departure, with ferns and springs bent here and there. one waxy leaf held a single crimson droplet, and in that droplet the world reflected: a darkening red where the sky turned and clouds mutely shepherded by.

no, the siren was not out of the woods yet. some hundreds of yards away, while valette disconsolately carried her child, caiaphas continued to run, run run run. her vision narrowing, blackening -- and one single purpose repeated over and over and over and over: revenge, revenge, revenge.

perhaps stronger than any cocktail or tonic, it was revenge that kept the old crone going, her joints lubricated, her mind wheeling..