~ For my best friend, my sister in heart. In loving memory of MDC(Y). ~
A mountain overlook outside the capital city of Neluk.
Meya Hestina kept her body low to the ground, holding the feline form of the kurag she was attuned to. A deadly predator, she moved silently through the tall grass, ropey muscles tensing as she wound between trees and the low, leafy branches of plants. In the darkness, where the light of the moon couldn’t reach through the thick canopy of arching branches and purplish blue and green leaves, her deep red fur was indistinguishable from her surroundings. Black tipped her short, pointed ears and long tail, and ran in a line from the crown of her head to a point between her shoulder blades, narrowing as it went down.
Never one to do things in small measures, when Mayun failed, she failed spectacularly.
Really, she had tried to be ladylike about the whole thing. Composed, like her sister would have been, as she prepared to jump. But instead, seeing Toren made her panic, and she jumped backwards. And then the flailing and screaming had begun, with some cursing thrown in for good measure. Continue reading →
Rina walked with Joa towards the front gates of the city. Her friend had been uncharacteristically quiet since the previous night, and that worried her. And then she’d told her that morning that she was leaving to help Triaris gather information.
Joa’s shoulders were stiff as she walked ahead, and Rina knew her well enough to know her leaving was just to give herself time and distance to think. Although she had said she was willing to help with the being, she didn’t seem comfortable with that decision at all.
“Stop,” Joa said, pausing at the gates. Sighing as she turned, she sounded tired, as if she hadn’t been able to sleep much. “Even if we weren’t connected, I can feel you worrying at the back of my head.” She smiled weakly, and pushed a hand through her short, messy hair. “I’m fine, really.”