Think of brighter days ahead

Blue ran rivers down the fae's face as she continued to mutter and pace. The wetness tickled and she stopped, shaking her head and sending blue glow flying every which way. The motion was disorienting and for a moment, the world spun. Eska staggered, snarling as the dark corners of the cell undulated once more. Lips pulled back from blue stained teeth, the saliva stretching between her jaws vibrant and luminescent. "She's waiting for me. Blames me for not being here to see her die." The woman's voice was a growl as her pelt bristled and she stalked stiff legged towards the closest shadowed corner. Ulric's voice stopped her from attacking the stone wall. It pulled at the reasonable part of her mind and she turned, looking towards the man and the pool of light that he sat in. Ulric... he was all that was good. A soft whine pulled from the silver brindled fae and her ears tucked back against her skull. "Ulric, I just want this all to stop." Her voice wavered as though she might cry, but she held it together. Eska didn't cry.

"Eska"