Soul as sweet as blood red jam
She wakes with a jolt, and as her eyes open to the complete darkness, she groans. There are no lava streams to cast an amber twilight over this - wherever she is - and as she drags the air across her tongue there is a distinct lack of tropical fragrance.
No, there is no sea-salt or gardenia scent here. It's fucking cold.
Warlight's body shudders as the northern wind reaches the exposed places of her, Tepra's warm air left her severely underdressed for any other climate. With a snort that causes a cloud of mist to billow around her, Warlight sweeps her head from left to right in hopes of catching sight of a landmark or feature that would help her identify where she had teleported to.
The new moon leaves the stars to do its job, but finally, she can decipher the shape of the earth in front of her. She clenches her teeth against the cold and closes her eyes to dream again.
When she finally falls asleep again she doesn't dream of home. A memory from her adolescence haunts her, one where she was with the son she was barely old enough to have. Her body is thin and coated in filth, and his wide silver eyes reflect the meadows wavering summer grasses. She was rarely nostalgic but seeing Clegane to clearly was enough to cause her heart to shudder, and her subconscious lingers on the memory.
It's in that moment that her teleportation kicks in once again, sending particles of her rocketing across the continent. With a pop the antlered mare apparates in the meadow. Will opens her eyes as she takes step to steady herself, and she is surprised to finds what she at first assumes to be a fairy.
"Oh," she begins, ungracefully, "hello..." just as the unseen stump of a long-dead tree explodes behind her.
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