{ sentimental | closed }
jealoustentacles
In the open expanse of barren oceanfloor and sparse few caves the Witch Protector walked, the black translucent silk of her veil contrasting sharply with blanched sand as it billowed in the chilly ocean currents. It was the worst place for hunting yet, but right now she wasn't here to catch dinner for herself and her family.
In fact, this task was temporarily forgotten as she gave into nostalgia and continued treading slowly across the plain. It could wait - it wasn't often that she came around here anymore, so many ages on.
All the grottoes in this area, so far out from the town and all uninhabited, looked almost identical. But Haewon had been in one of them for a long time, and she had nothing if not a keen memory. This was the place she'd met her first familiar; the only place she could seek refuge in when she was too proud to make for her own home, blind and half-mad with agony. This was where she'd spent her weakest days, when Samekichi was gone and she had only a burning hatred for him to latch onto.
With Fukami.
No one could truly forget such experiences.