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“It’s so pretty though. I knew you’d want to see it. Look at the pattern. It looks like writing in a distant language, doesn’t it?” Nox took the leaf and smiled, agreeing. “It’s from a bug’s language. A worm does this.” Amaris rolled her eyes. “I know it’s from a worm. I’m just saying it looks like writing from a far-off land, like in those books. I thought you might like it.”
Her spirit found somewhere new, somewhere darker, somewhere farther away. She would not remain with the rustling leaves or the free things of the earth and sky. Instead, she fixated on emptiness. The doors to the orphanage remained open, revealing a blackened mouth of a monster made of stone and mortar. She lost herself in the indistinguishable void as she detached.
intentions were dust in the face of inaction.
“Yes,” she panted happily, unbothered by his comparison. “I’ve always fancied myself a bunny with a blade. Thanks for that.”
Whatever it was that kept you nourished, I’m glad for the love in your life that sustained you for the seventeen years before meeting me.
His amiable advances had made beating him in the ring all the more delectable. Nothing was quite as satisfying as rejecting a man and then kicking his ass.
“Perhaps I can help you,” she began. The men perked, glittering at her words, but she mitigated their excitement before they got ahead of themselves. “But I don’t want to.”
What do you say, Cai? Want to be conscripted swords for hire to a surly, white-haired witch girl?” Zaccai grinned. “I haven’t heard a better plan in quite a while.”
yo same
A horse with millions of needlelike teeth. And wings. And one that knew no death.
