RIP

Hani could feel it. The cold soaked in past her pelt and through her lungs. The sickness had grabbed a hold of her and wasn't letting go. Each breath stung and the fae wasn't sure if it was from the sickness or the cold, dry air. She was never built for the cold. She was never built to be a slave. She had only ever been meant to be a healer, maybe not even that. Though she didn't have any belief in gods, she could almost hear them laughing at her now. She coughed. Something wasn't right. Her breaths were ragged and rough. Her pale coat clung to her ribs and draped over her bones thinly. This was the end for her, wasn't it? After all this, she had never once really felt relief or that she belonged. In a world of many gods, she was truly godless. Hani lay against a tree, settling into it's cold surface. Here she would take her last few breaths, praying to gods she didn't believe existed.

-frkn rip hani yo-