[private] just deliver me truth; gale

[breach]

for so long had my teeth held my tongue from a venomous voice
but the poison has passed from my lips to my hands, an incendiary point

At the sound of Mazikeen’s name, Breach’s face breaks into a wide grin—and it makes her entire face more vulnerable, more youthful than it had been before. Something of the girl that she had once been and perhaps still was, buried underneath the death and the sharp lines of the alpha. “I get along with Maze very well,” she says her Champion’s nickname without thinking. “We’ve been friends since childhood.”

It felt like so long ago. Childhood.

Sometimes she forgets how young she really is.

The afterglow of his bringing up her friend remains though like sunshine though and she laughs lightly under her breath, jogging lightly as she stays in pace with him. “I have,” she affirms. She spent more time in the air than in the water, but she still had seen pods of them out further in the ocean. “I have never seen them made out of trees though,” she sounds nearly skeptical at this, although it is infused with curiosity.

She casts a glance at him from the corner of her eye, wondering what it must be like to live here amongst the palm trees and the sand. Was it as calm as it seemed? As peaceful? If she had been raised here, would she have turned out the way she did or would she be as kind as Gale? The questions burn in the back of her throat but she swallows them down. “How long ago, do you think?” It’s difficult to imagine.

though ritual pyre sending smoke to the sky as the building continues to burn
though rapt in the ruin, the pain in the grave, is lies you leave tied to the earth