[ Her back hurts and her muscles ache. And not just any ache, but a deep settled one; one that burns through every cord of muscle and every length of bone. But, to her credit, she suffers none of it. Like a campfire that burns against winter or the bitter cold of night, Alayne is filled with life-giving warmth by every singing nerve and stretch of sinew.
The night has been unkind to her. Her face is pale and her brow damp. ]
Words too harsh for such a gift.
[ And it is a gift that burns inside her. An undying ember. ]
ALAYNE | nest (au) | JOURNAL PENDING
The night has been unkind to her. Her face is pale and her brow damp. ]
Words too harsh for such a gift.
[ And it is a gift that burns inside her. An undying ember. ]