Spirited Away

The world was crumbling around her. Surely it was a sign...however much she wanted to believe it, she was unsure. The spirits stopped screaming at her and had been quiet for days. Hannibal had vanished to who knows where again and the world was on fire. She had stood up for Hannibal's honor time and time again just for him to fuck it all up time and time again. Perhaps she had been wrong about him being the rightful heir...though she still didn't quite believe it was her younger sister with her clashing ways, either...she snorted as she wrapped her tail over her paws. Friends with slaves? She still believed father would be rolling in his grave if he knew.

The night was old and the moon hid behind ash and cloud. The priestess sat motionless, staring out over the canyon as Spring steadily crept up on them. Winter had been a hard season for all, though she couldn't determine yet if Spring would make way for blessings...or more curses.

"Can you see me?"