SHE APPEARS FIRST AS A WRAITH . a skull , unseeing , silent as she watches over him . words are not necessary when this much sorrow weaves both of them together . iris von everec simply levitates three feet off the ground , letting the wind sway her dress around her feet . there is great remorse here . there is great magic here , lingering after the curse is gone . let it be known she is the sole goddess of loss , protector of the downtrodden .
she turns from him , & from the back it’s almost possible to imagine what she must have looked like . but only almost .
‘ my child , ‘ she starts , voice everywhere & nowhere all at once . ‘ what sadness is it that burdens you ? ‘
@dragare / clicked.
