Ouroboros Spine [m] Homage

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They left me.

Too weak to follow; maybe they'd thought her too much trouble to carry home. Or else this was Akavir's punishment, to leave her wounded and unwelcome among strangers who meant her no good will. And where was Cygnet?

Mae remembered the scent of her blood in the air. She hoped Akavir had taken her home.

He left me here to die.

Was it always going to be this?

The blind girl was only half-aware of herself, dizzied and filled with a crackling electric panic. One moment she was abed, the next standing, stumbling, nose finding the bundles of herbs left nearby. It wasn't what she wanted.

The search brought her further; she knew nothing of herbs, but recognized the sharp nose-burning scent of something forbidden as she pushed her nose into another skin. Something she ought not touch. Something she was taking in mouthfuls now, chewing in spite of the unpleasant taste, sick with the hope that this would bring the release she sought.

He'd left her here to die.

stinging nettle and bitter horseweed, mixed for the purpose of violently expelling vomit. her granddaughters would have known to avoid the skin, but kukutux arrived belatedly to see mae devouring the burning mixture as if she had sought it out.

"aya!" she exclaimed, springing forward to hold the girl and scoop the next mouthful from swallowing mouth. "now you will be very sick!" and her voice was filled with incredulity, that one would choose to make themselves sick.

teeth latched toward the dark nape; she meant to drag the young one back, away from the medicines, to administer at once something else to induce vomiting.

Mae knew better than to fight the old woman, though she certainly wanted to. She went willingly, growling only a little, with the growing sense that she had not accomplished what she'd hoped. Whatever she had done, the old woman clearly wasn't pleased by.

That didn't bother her much — but everything else about the situation did. She fell into silent bristling, eyes stinging with tears, and refused to speak or look toward the old woman again.