[ @th-aubade | fortuna // cinder ]
"fate, it’s beyond mortal understanding."
I won't have to run now.
That's all you'll ever do.
Cinder gave a noncommittal hum. The witch carried herself with the same uncanny air Salem had: something in the eyes, or perhaps in the way they moved, marked both women as ancient—and powerful.
Waves whispered over the shore. Cinder rolled her shoulders in a languid shrug and murmured, "And choice is beyond fathoming to the gods. Who are you?"










