Face Down In The Pillow

Poem wasn’t sure where her mind should be anymore there was so much going on, so much she didn’t want to think about, and more she was forced to. The most pressing being the dark glowing curse that overtook the world Everything was dark and dangerous and more than ever the woman wished that her mother was here to see her through the pack’s trials. She was just reminded of the events around the volcano erupting, how they had once thought they were witnessing the end of the world.

This was another world ending disaster she wasn’t certain she or her family would make it through. That uncertainty didn’t mean she had given up, Poem searched for a cure for the glowing disease, she stupid what she could on the strange new grows on land and animal, but she didn’t feel like she was any closer to her answer than when she started. The Destruction woman was out now, gathering plants and clues while she could.

All of it had her missing the way things used to be. She tried not to as the sudden scent of Balthier caught her attention. She knew he’d recently gone his own way from Abaven, so seeing him now would be counted in her blessings. ”Balth?” She asked softly after him as she approached slowly.