> You’re sitting in the woods closest to your old hive, resting at the base of one of the trees with your lusus. That building isn’t in sight, but you don’t need to see it to know how close it is.
> You don’t know why you’re here either. It doesn’t give you any peace. You can still hear the occasional jingle of a bell, and why being anywhere near where you died would make you feel better is something that your brain had skipped thinking about.
> You ruffle the fur of the bear-panthers scruff, fingers lost in the dense white.
“maybe i’m juSt meant to be a pawn. i THink ceremiré took all THe agency of THiS lineage.”
> She chuffs in response, a low grumble following. You reckon she probably just understood your ancestor’s name. After all, she would have been younger and much more active during that time than during yours.
“maybe i Should join THe fleet like rennra. aS much aS i hate THem, at leaSt following orderS giveS me Some direction.”
> You pause, sinking closer to the floor.
“or maybe juSt exist aS vocali until Someone really doeS take me out.”
