The inn room felt unnaturally empty after D'hein left - not for lack of clutter for there was much of it, but all of the leaving, the grief, the splitting of souls the room had witnessed seemed to have drawn out any sense of energy from its walls. It was not a room but a void.
Antimony turned her back to the door and dropped her head, her blood-soaked dress rising into her field of view. She should change and wash, she knew, but there was very little energy for such things. Her body drew itself towards the bed while her thoughts drew themselves towards D'aijeen, towards K'airos. She hadn't been able to stop her daughter from leaving the first time; what made her think she could manage it now? There was no firedancer to blame this time, however, for he too had gone, slipped through her fingers before she had barely begun to realize what she'd found.
Dropping to the bed, Antimony curled her tail above her waist and sought in dreams some brief respite from that loneliness.
Antimony turned her back to the door and dropped her head, her blood-soaked dress rising into her field of view. She should change and wash, she knew, but there was very little energy for such things. Her body drew itself towards the bed while her thoughts drew themselves towards D'aijeen, towards K'airos. She hadn't been able to stop her daughter from leaving the first time; what made her think she could manage it now? There was no firedancer to blame this time, however, for he too had gone, slipped through her fingers before she had barely begun to realize what she'd found.
Dropping to the bed, Antimony curled her tail above her waist and sought in dreams some brief respite from that loneliness.
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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