Dancing Fireflies
|DWC February 2026, Day 5, Depth/Shimmer|
CW: blood, death, killing
@daily-writing-challenge
'All that glitters is not gold.' That phrase echoed in her head. What worth did it have? What value would it bring to her life? Why bother?
She tossed a coin into the well and her eyes closed. Zandalari gold glinted in a brief dance, a sunburst. The troll's eyes burned as they focused on that coin.
If it had no worth? Discard it.
If it brought no value? Discard it.
If it held no meaning? Discard it.
Baljanji straightened from the fountain and grinned. All teeth and tusks, she looked more a beast than a troll. "Praise be ta Gonk." She stated as she walked away. Her gait matched that of a predator in Zuldazar, stalking game through the brush. Her eyes caught the sunlight overhead. Her focus drifted across the crowd. None interested her.
"Ah, maybe tha little mouse deserves more credit. At least she is entertaining." Blades flashed in the air and spun in her hands. She crossed the blades and grew scales, stretched, and contorted. The blessing of Gonk let the druid take this reptilian form. Her fangs left little to imagine on how effective she was hunting.
A scent. Human. Trespasser. Her eyes glinted in the brush and her tail swayed. The man came into view. A reprehensible thing greedily taking what he could. His bags overflowed with pelts and wasted meat, improperly taken, messily stowed. He took and took and took and gave nothing.
A mighty leap landed her upon the useless sack. She ripped it free. He took her fangs. He took her claws. He took, and took, and took. But this time, he gave freely. His lifeblood flowed into the ground.