Whispering Memories

Nalyda would wince from the pain that the father figure she had once had caused. She coughed up a small amount of blood as it covered the landscape. She was in pain, but she would do anything she could to try and get Kar to be happy. She licked his cheek even though her own blood stained her tongue and stained his slate colored cheek. The brightness in her crimson orbs were gone, but she knew she would stay alive, but barely.

She listened to the sound of birds hanging from a branch as the fae closed her eyes to rest.