K'ile's voice rolled over her shoulders like waves of fine sand. Dimly she thought that his words should be comforting, but every word he spoke only called up memories that now seemed stained with loss. She no longer tried to pull away from him, but neither did she turn to him, or lean against him, or open herself to his comfort. She couldn't; even if she wanted to, and perhaps some part of her desperately wanted to, she couldn't.
Even his scent reminded her of them.
"I need my girls," she whimpered after a long silence broken only by shaky breaths and tears. "I need Thalen." She knew. She begged and screamed at the world for otherwise, but she knew. They were gone.
Even his scent reminded her of them.
"I need my girls," she whimpered after a long silence broken only by shaky breaths and tears. "I need Thalen." She knew. She begged and screamed at the world for otherwise, but she knew. They were gone.
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"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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