tavonica 100 word drabble - Pray
“…if it is in your power…” Daggers of wood, dangling arm, crumpled wing- not broken, but still- Onica breathes slowly. Tavra, battered and bloody, supports the injured Bellanji as she watches young Naia stride on, vanishing into the Sog. There’s worry in Tavra’s frown. Fear in quiet words. “…please, watch over her. Do not let her walk alone.” Bellanji stirs. “Save your breath, Silverling,” gruff, not unkind, “Thra answers hard work, not pretty prayers.” “True. Yet…” Shouldering his weight, Tavra hides a smile. “Thra may not be the only one listening.” Far away Onica snorts, shakes her head. And dreams.















