Bearclaw Valley never bet the devil your head

"she went to look for you."

her heart sinks along with all her guts, and whatever spirits she has left. Astara is gone. she is not here. and she is not here because she is searching for her wayward daughter. 

mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. the rhythmic beating of fist against chest; the guilt overtakes her and she sways slightly, wanting to press herself against her father's side for balance and yet too ashamed to do so. . .

instead, Avicus nods, her face clearly stricken. they travel further into the territory, snow swirling around them. would it ever stop? she misses the vibrant reds and browns of fall, the perfect camouflage.

she has nowhere to hide, now. not unless she buries herself far beneath the earth,

like a worm. that she could only become the worm as like she felt in this moment.