Duck Lake you're gonna read about the way, the way a man can go.

@Star <3

kevlyn lead her north.

caiaphas followed, frothing laboriously. long goblets of drool rimed her coat, freezing over into crystalline quills of ice across her thin chest. caiaphas was not aware. her vision was focused only on the specter ahead.

he lead her through a forest of thinning trees, and their progress was often slowed by her sidewinding gait. caiaphas' eyes had lost much of their yellow sharpness; the brilliant tourmaline had faded into a blinded, silvery fury.

whatever had made caiaphas uniquely caiaphas was gone -- replaced now by a dispossessed and gibbering husk. what little she could recall (of her home, who she was, her family, her blood) was besotted by an endless barrage of hallucinations -- caiaphas saw not the trees shouldered in snow as they passed, nor the ground streaking by under her prowling feet -- she saw only kevlyn, the shadow, the root to her soul

fleeing before her eyes -- she must catch it, she must catch it.