𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓: @eurydieces, @lotusless, @rainyvirnally
the blood moon haunts her. sena would swear on it if her tongue could enunciate the sentiments to her companions. each apprehensive glance upward is rewarded with an eerie sheen in the copper red moon. it isn't nearly red enough, the realization drops like a pin, it's as if its waiting to be fed more.
the forest is no different from the the ones in hanno. dirt is dirt. but magic—magic is alive. magic permeates, parts metal and parts earth (blood. blood and dirt. dirt and blood. always and forevermore in that order.)—so much so that each step runs her lungs haggard and blood pounding against her sternum. magic, in a startlingly abundance that floods her mind to the point that she's unable to think; nails pressing into the heart of her palm till her vision blurs and clears.
earlier's elation has come and gone. in its place is monster discombobulated, thirteen limbs and four sets of eyes, it crawls past the unwilling small of her mouth and down her throat—straight to bottom of her gut. "we should," sena starts despite herself, giving pause at a faint chime of the bell. must be the wind. "split up, i think." she gestures vaguely, eyes roving from face to face. it is the best way to cover more ground.
"eunho can search from the skies." she points up, finger giving a little lighthearted twirl. funny, the ease in which she takes to ordering around a familiar she had renounced all but a week or so ago. "what about... yours?" her attention flitters over to juwon and her companion, blinking slow. sena realizes she doesn't even know the form (nor name) of her familiar—never bothered to ask, more like—though, even that doesn't matter at the end of the day.
anything's better than a damned magpie.