Bearclaw Valley neon vivec

agony greeted the prophet in her first waking moments. that, and the memory of the meadow. the man. her second fall from grace.

the spirits were silent in this dark and familiar place. unsettled, she rose. and fell with a hiss from between gritted teeth. when she stood again she was deliberate, favoring one limb.

she searched for him; the one who had brought her here.

@Germanicus