@keevathescaledshadow
Whatever road they’d been put on, Josefin was staring it down and in so many ways, she was unsure and scared. She was normally so much more careful, the ritual she’d tried with Kirian hadn’t had nearly the outcome they’d expected and Josefin supposed she should have taken more precautions. But she was dying anyway, why did it make a difference? She hadn’t asked where he’d gotten the spell from and she knew she should have, she just had so much faith in that man. But perhaps that was her problem, she believed in him above everyone else. So when he said he had something to help, she wanted it to be true, she wanted him to be true, and he was. She realized he’d believed it would help, too. Especially when the ritual had some disastrous results against him as well. But she should have been more careful regarding the people around him.
And now she was on an island… what did they call it? Kadayam? The locals had said it meant ‘Step lightly’. Named so as so few had made it a home. It was beautiful, all sunshine and warm breezes and a golden coast. It was picturesque and if she didn’t have responsibilities and duties, she would have been tempted to stay there with Kirian and Keeva. It felt safe, hidden, untouched, it felt… free. For once.
But that was the last thing that they were.
With whatever curse hung over her, poison, whatever they wanted to call it, she would never be free. Hell, once she did die from it, she wasn’t sure what the After would hold for her. Maybe she’d be stuck in her own mind forever. She’d gotten a bit better at blocking people out, or at least she thought she had, after working with Riza a time or two as well. But there was still no way to tell if the woman was helping her or not.
She did; however, know that Keeva was not an enemy. Probably one of the only ones she could be sure of. After all, why would a dragon join the side hunting their own kind?
The white-blonde haired woman was pacing about outside the little cottage they’d been staying in. It was a little strange, she had to admit too, staying in a cottage with Keeva and Kirian, cooking for them, working with the magaesterium nearby, trying to figure out how to ‘fix’ herself. And Kirian, too. It almost felt domestic, whatever that was to them now. But as she strolled up to the dragoness, she let the silence linger for a while longer before finally asking, “How are you? You’ve been pacing for half an hour while I’ve been cleaning…”
