protesting in your paper crown; whatever

[Helleborn]

The striped woman remains. She had to take some time to herself, roll things around in that pretty little head of hers. Since Chem had been muttled up with his own agenda, it seemed as though the others had trickled away. Perhaps wandered off or lost.

But Helleborn stays.

She finds herself alone, the warm of summer playing across her stripes. There was a quiet blessing to be able to relish in this solitude. For once, no other catty remarks, no ugly sneers. helle would take this time to enjoy this and allow herself to drift without direction.

Helle does begin to think though of the children in the village. Perhaps this would be the year she chose to bear a child by the king of the village.

HELLEBORN

  light up the world as i fall asleep

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super short. sorry. just needed to post something.