Under Pressure

Absinth had been pacing for hours, the news still a tempest in her mind. She knew she had to talk to someone female, and there was only one person she trusted besides Aresenn or Yarrabelle. At least as much as she’s liked to believe. Her friend and sort-of-sister, Elysia. Perhaps, if anyone could help her navigate this storm, it was her. She seemed to have had more of a mother figure than Absinth herself after all.

The Sound was a patchwork of shadows and moonlight as Absinth made her way to Ely’s den. The air was crisp, and the silence of the night was only broken by the occasional rustle of leaves underfoot. Her ravens flitted overhead, silent guardians in the night.

As she approached the den, she saw a faint light flickering inside. Ely must have been awake. Absinth took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. This was it. She had to tell her. Fuck. This was so strange.

“Ely darling~?” She called softly as she stepped inside, her voice barely more than a whisper. The warmth of the den wrapped around her like a comforting embrace, very much the atmosphere she’d craved.



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