The Sentinels pearl

sorry for the wait, things have been crazy recently! @Andr if you've got time. :)

the winterborne doesn't have it in her to feel guilt. there is no place for it in this hell.

she releases the woman, mostly out of instinct -- her own lips pulling back in a futile snarl of terror as she skitters out of reach. 

the woman does not see her. 

iaghe is useless, even if the stranger can hear. 

dread hardens in her limbs, heavy and thick as if to run would be to tear herself from a thick mire. helplessness blossoms, bright and sharp like bristles of panic along her skin. 

andr. 

he found her broken and fixed her. 

sucking in a deep breath, a ragged sound rips from her throat in place of a howl. in the smoke-choked air, it is agony. white hot, like the ash of the star has seared into her lungs. 

it is a wordless, haunting cry -- a plea for help. 

pleasepleaseplease

there's a harsh crack behind her. whirling, she finds a tree -- alarmingly close to the pair -- has fallen. a cascade of orange stars rises as it dies. 

trying again, she slinks forward. half holding herself as if to dart away from the woman again should she attack. 

she keens as loudly as she can, pleading. 

let me help you.