walking on barbed wire

the voice startles her for a heartbeat, carnation eyes seeking him out in the shadows. Kass squeaks in fright and takes to the air, then returns to her shoulder with slow, cautious wing beats. medulla can just make out the impression of the stranger, can discern a pair of silvery eyes, glinting like twin chips of ice.

“is that so?”

her eyes roll heavenward as a weight presses itself against her shoulders, almost crushing in its disappointment - but she expels it in the next breathe, sheds it like a cloak. in its place there is resignation, and a determination born of petty resolve. they’d sought to destroy her, had driven her out with complete certainty of her demise.

they’d though her incapable of survival without them…so in revenge, she’d fucking thrive.

”are you a ghost?” her lips quirk into a teasing little half-smile, almost playful. ”if so, i may have to banish you.” she affects a light tone, but Kass shifts uneasily on her shoulder; he is a nervous bird.