The Sentinels [m] tivat

for @Sanja <3

the old burnline, now ironically marked by a border of blossoming greenery, told him they were coming upon the црношума even before his faltering attention caught sight of the great trees.

after leaving the scene, slavuj tried to focus on leading the poor young woman someplace where snarls weren't part of the soundscape. she herself would every other minute entrap his gaze, so that more than once he walked into shrubbery or a rock, attempting afterwards to coolly brush it off as innate clumsiness.

when they passed the burnline, the sentinels looming ahead of them, slavo paused and turned to the woman, still meek as a sheep before the power she now held.

"apolojies, for vhat happ-n-ded dere. yeau knew dose men?" as much could be assumed from the fact that all spoke the same language he'd never heard before.