When Csindra woke up on the spare bed that was still a little dusty, but ultimately comfortable enough, she was tempted to believe that the previous night had been a dream. The cuts on her arms told her differently; so did the burns that were still aching, although Rook had done a good job with helping them heal a little faster. Still, it would have been easier.
CW: war, death (incl. parental death), injury shé-l-atìrin', eth’drital’ba, sha-dæl’ʤibez ì’hum sho-kélis’ziþunuz meleǩ’ shua-zhenadjaz, benadjez bą^ sheǩ^tesætézenuval’rązot, avol’rązot, vel’rąz^ - isha suǩa sharal?æʤa en’djaǩajot, eshną nedbą tek en’djeǩ’ djukal’.The candle and the picture-frame, the shoes upon the floorThe empty eyes of our boys, the girls who cry no moreWe sing, we play, we tell our … Continue reading Chapter 16: Aeolian Twilight