Nothing's New

The monochromatic woman had come down from the Sound, passing through the small passages between pack borders to explore what she had only been able to see from afar until now. The air itself was gloomy almost, even though it was midday the cloud of ash rising up from the very top of the mountain siphoned all natural lighting from the area.

As Absinth climbed over a fallen, dead and charred tree her attention was caught by a beautiful sparkle lying on the ground. It was a stone of black, almost glittering where it had broken off from a larger piece. She stepped up to the debris, rolling it around beneath her ivory paw. The sound of rock against rock became the background noise for her imaginings. She wondered just how much life had been here previously, and how many would have perished in the engulfing manga flows. Her musings were interrupted by the pain of her recent lesson, biting back her irritation with a forceful sigh as she looked over the wounds on her ribs as best she could.


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