Sawtooth Spire Here are the holy birds

his voice was a cold brush against her ear. to xtabay, his tone was ardent. all of him, had died. what flaws, yet not, had seth cut out? just as he had spoken it.

then a doe eyed stare fixed onto the self proclaimed hollow man beside her as he sang. perhaps not hollow, merely replaced. in the moment, she had thought no wolf was the same as who they had been.

❝pretty.❞ in the slightest movement xtabay's chin had titled upward as her native tongue slipped, ❝but what do you believe you have become? what is other?❞

her inquiry was announced into the slight air between them, hushed just as he first was. could she have derived a flawed reasoning of his hymn. apart from death, there was only life. had suhtek merely traded all of him for something else- was she wrong to believe this brought him new life?

❝just as i've traded who i was for something new, what have you traded?❞