Stavanger Bay Smoking Embers

it was as if she'd been struck blind and deaf. she hadn't even seen fleurette leave.

another star could fall and iaghe would have been oblivious. 

a whispering groan escaped her, raking a paw over the top of her head as if she could physically wipe away the memories. 

perhaps it had something to do with the void in her brain, the lack of knowledge before she'd woken on the shores a summer before. 

but it felt the deep had been kinder than the fire.

it had taken lindalë from her. 

but the fire had ruined her.

she could scarcely bear to open her eyes, let alone turn them in the direction of the distant woodland. 

it took all of her effort to force wheezing air into her lungs as the living nightmare faded, hunched into herself protectively upon the ground. her panicked mind screamed to breathe even as electricity crackled along her veins. 

it was the waves of the island during a storm, battering and beating into her fiercely. the murmur of her heart wobbled irregularly, sending sharp pains splintering through her chest. 

she was ripping along her seams.