[mature] defunct the strings of cemetery things [tephra]

[City]

The old familiar sting. The fucking Field.
Ugh. What an annoying fucking place.

Still though, after all these years, it’s the best place to get shit done. You can either listen to the loud-mouths spill all sorts of information, stalk recruits to hear their painfully practiced monologue, or simply stand there like of pillar until they flock to you with said recited material. There are a few more options, but nothing worth the attempt, really. She is rather too old for this shit, she thinks, but it is worth at least one more try.

The girls are somewhere on her trail, they always are. The freckled mother leaves signs for them, or word with a passerby of her whereabouts. They’re keen on tracking anyway, and Oleandar could find her mother, or anyone, without any assistance if she ever had to. Their independence could be had, the daughters that is, but something strings the three together and probably always will. Even the grandmother’s ghost lingers in the tree-line, or drifts in the fog to stay present.

City appears alone though, and in the morning mists she is only a pale silhouette. She grazes idly, almost feigning the deed while she watches. The fodder here sucks and most of it is trampled or cropped to nothing, so she browses a few acorns instead.

CITY
carnage x emotion

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