Mar 30 2025, 12:40 PM
One of the first things that struck Famine about the caves, as one wandered farther and farther from Hydra, was the humidity. No more did the wind sting her eyes - no, instead it clung to her feathers, heavy with moisture.
It was strange. But they would survive. They always did.
Soaring on the wing, she'd feel the warmth bear her higher. That was one thing that hadn't changed, along with the sands down below. But there was so much more.
Famine shifted her gaze mentally, from her eyes to her stone. And she could feel the life. So much more than the desperate scrub and dry grass. Even though it was distant, with her magic weak, plants sang in vibrance.
Dipping her wings, she'd lower herself, skating over dunes covered in sandgrass. It was a foreign sight, but welcome all the same.
It was strange. But they would survive. They always did.
Soaring on the wing, she'd feel the warmth bear her higher. That was one thing that hadn't changed, along with the sands down below. But there was so much more.
Famine shifted her gaze mentally, from her eyes to her stone. And she could feel the life. So much more than the desperate scrub and dry grass. Even though it was distant, with her magic weak, plants sang in vibrance.
Dipping her wings, she'd lower herself, skating over dunes covered in sandgrass. It was a foreign sight, but welcome all the same.