She doesn’t recall much of her meeting with Varick beyond her teeth meeting his scales. There are hazy glimpses that turn her stomach mingled between a seething rage, but little else. And now there is a fluttering in the pit of her stomach that she prays is organ failure killing her slowly. Sabbath has more than enough children to fill her nest and hug tight to her as it is. Still, she must face the possibility and prepare herself for the worst.
Today she slips from Tephra and away from her little den. The autumn day is cool against her face when she heads east toward the river. She comes here some days to be alone with her thoughts where her family will not pester her with their concerns or their questions. Where is Tarnished? Where is her daughter? When will they be home? They mean well, but she wants to strike them for it. She has just as many questions and the anger blisters her heart.
Slowly, carefully, she steps over the smooth river rocks and wades into the water. The current is gentle here and it makes no effort to sweep her downstream. The vibrant red scales across the sharp edges of her cheeks glimmer in the midday sun as she closes her eyes. Sabbath lets a sigh ease from her lips and tries to relax the tension from her shoulders for a while. She’d hardly noticed how tensely she carried herself until moments like this.
But then there is the sound of someone approaching. Those wild green eyes open and she looks over her shoulder, already scowling with her head lowered to present her broken horn.
“This part of the river is occupied,” she informs whoever it is sternly.
Today she slips from Tephra and away from her little den. The autumn day is cool against her face when she heads east toward the river. She comes here some days to be alone with her thoughts where her family will not pester her with their concerns or their questions. Where is Tarnished? Where is her daughter? When will they be home? They mean well, but she wants to strike them for it. She has just as many questions and the anger blisters her heart.
Slowly, carefully, she steps over the smooth river rocks and wades into the water. The current is gentle here and it makes no effort to sweep her downstream. The vibrant red scales across the sharp edges of her cheeks glimmer in the midday sun as she closes her eyes. Sabbath lets a sigh ease from her lips and tries to relax the tension from her shoulders for a while. She’d hardly noticed how tensely she carried herself until moments like this.
But then there is the sound of someone approaching. Those wild green eyes open and she looks over her shoulder, already scowling with her head lowered to present her broken horn.
“This part of the river is occupied,” she informs whoever it is sternly.
may my enemies live long so they can see me prosper.
sabbath
@[Set]