#(sage threads.)

[polarisleigh]

@polarisricki

Normally Sage is stone cold stoic, but anger flashes in her eyes at what she’s interpreting as Kellan’s indifference.

“I have every right to be paranoid about this. The survey said, what do you want, and the answer was me. How could that be anything other than bad?”

[polarisleigh]

@polarisricki​

Isn’t this enough?

In the spirit realm, Sage is particularly lonely. Normally, the spirits that surround them are screaming at her to do something, but when they’re in the spirit realm, they actually can, which is perhaps why the spirits are more... silent.

They don’t expect to see Kellan seated underneath a withering tree, looking stupidly handsome like he doesn’t belong, and he doesn’t. It’s a surprise to Sage, who didn’t think these meet ups in the spirit world will continue. They wonder what this means in terms of Kellan’s soul, but it’s a vague wondering-- no matter what, he’s stuck with her.

Panic sometimes sinks in when they see him here, almost as if he’s been murdered and they’ve missed it.

What would be enough?

“Fancy running into you on this side of the veil,” Sage miffs, taking a seat beside him under the tree. Willow, they think, and there is a faint sound of weeping. Sage slides down the trunk so that their head comes to rest on Kellan’s shoulder. Corporeal. That’s good. That means he still has a body. “Anyone try to bother you?”

[polarisleigh]

@polarisashley​

Sage runs the blade of the knife underneath her tongue, wincing at the metallic taste of it before she lets the life force linger in the back of her throat. The remnants of her victim’s hand, admittedly, a few fingers and one sans the nail,

She glances up at Winnie, her eyes alight as she tosses the knife from one hand to the other. The body at her feet is more ghost than corpse, pale white and sunken cheeks despite only being dead for thirty seconds or so. Cold to the touch. Sage sucked out their life force without even blinking, and maybe she’s convinced Winnie that she’s the most prolific killer in the entire world. Maybe not.

The woods are alive, tonight, and Sage seeks comfort in the cover of shadow from the trees. Winnie is the best companion she could ask for in this situation, and they’re both having a grand old time, all things considered.

“Ready for more?” She asks, knowing full well what the answer will be.

[likediamonds]

@jabbers-wild-world (River & Sage)

     “He’d lived on his own for an entire season--each day and night a constant fight for survival against the dangers of the forest beyond the safe borders of the kingdom, where no scout would be able to defend him from any threat. He fought off all of fairy-kind’s top predators single-handed, from venomous snakes to hungry hawks...

     “Now, tried and scarred from his time in the wild, he faced the biggest challenge of all. A decision that would change the course of his life.” Sage paused for dramatic effect, then continued her narration, “Blueberry waffles, or acorn flower pancakes?”