( it sucks the helium out of her anger, gradually deflating like a collapsing balloon. there is no sun summoner to light the skies, in his world. no tidemakers to stir the shores. no materialki to fertilize the ground, force seeds to crack open and take root. there's only the dying heartbeat of nature, a darkness more encompassing than the fold.
still, she hates the taste of defeat in the back of her throat. how useless it feels, to bleat out: )
It's not right. Your world has magic. There has to be someone who could do something. Anything.
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still, she hates the taste of defeat in the back of her throat. how useless it feels, to bleat out: )
It's not right.
Your world has magic. There has to be someone who could do something. Anything.