Let The Wind Eavesdrop

Ignita's breath caught in her throat. The minute her golden eyes fell on him as she stumbled his way through the undergrowth made her want to leap to him. He'd caught it. He was suffering. She swallowed as Vesper's words echoed in her ears, "is there... hope?" Suddenly her own words in response tasted like ash in her mouth.

"Much news," She started, inching closer to his weak but still formidably tall form, "Oleander is collecting new herbs to find a cure. I figured out that the meat in the storeroom was the same as the blighted meat from the Col, we've already been consuming it for a few days if not a week before we noticed the blight in the woods. We don't need to separate the Col from the woods and we can bring everyone home." She had inched closer and closer to the line stopping just before it. Watching his sunken visage with heartache clawing into her chest at seeing him so weak.


"Speech"