Noctisardor Bypass fossopa

the resignation that filled dinah's voice was far too aged, far too bitter, for so young a face. oh; her face; whenever heda looked now not down into the features of her island sunshine, but directly into those eyes — she saw caracal.
and there was no way that dinah did not also see it every time she glimpsed herself in the lagoon or rivenwood's many streams — "to them. to them," a stabbing sensation lodging under her breastbone an early, false contraction if she had to guess at all.
the outburst had shaken the trees, and the pillars of heda's life felt once more tremulous and unsteady.
"we'll figure it out." a mantra, talismanic and thrumming like a vein along the outside of a stressed brow.