Carried back to the north by Wilder, Whisper now stood on the edge of the Col, heart in her throat. She could feel the earth shake beneath her feet, whether an aftershock of the red tinted skies, or memory of being swept away with her sister... She couldn't quite make heads nor tails of it. Her toes scratched at the earth, and she practiced her breathing, just like Morganna had taught her. She was sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing was her. The water had tried and failed to drown her. The fire had burned her but she was still here.
Raising her chin and pushing her shoulders back, she made her way into the abandoned market, the silence of the place eerie under the oppressive sky. Her goose waddled in on her heels, honking and flapping it's wings, trying to get someone's attention when she didn't.
