one step of a million

Digging the fishy remains into the earth, she gave a hum and a nod. Sybil had enough and Wren was not going to keep her. She flicked her ear with one final 'goodbye', saying nothing as she worked to bury the prey. The pale girl would leave shortly after. It wasn't like it was a voided conversation, but she knew that it was done. No use beating around the bush for more.

Wren glanced back at the lake. She saw more fish inside, swimming around. Attracted by the smell of blood in the waves. She didn't touch them again. Leaving the location herself after she finished, Wren was more or less a brown speck against the ivory earth. She didn't know where she was going either. Wasn't that almost wonderful?

/end

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