@druiigs
it was hard to sit still. always so, so hard with the echoing silence that constructed her life. makkari was used to it. the hundreds of years she had spent alone on the domo had been intermittent with trips into the world to steal and plunder. she had built herself a nest -- now, she was no longer alone.
did i show you this one? her hands spelled words and painted pictures before she held up the ( borrowed artifact ). it reminded me of you. very cold. dark. a nice piece of stone. her smile substituted a laugh. a beautiful, beautiful rock.












