Dawnlark Plains the pit and the pendulum

at this point, it's a suicide mission.

one deer is slower than the rest, and Avicus launches herself at it, teeth bared, attempting to get the deer between herself and Laurel. the terrified animal bleats—an older doe, past fawn-bearing years—and stamps her hooves, one coming dangerously close to her cheek.

but is it better to get brained by a deer in the heat of the hunt, than killed by some crazy woman hell-bent on god knows what? Avicus thinks so.

she maneuvers around, eyes flashing, trying to keep both the animal and her great-aunt in her periphery.

oh, how she wishes Karst was here.

she shouldn't have left him.

better to die upon that mountain, than lose her life to Laurel.