My skin drinks in the morning sun; warmth seeps through me in slow waves, a gentle heat that almost feels like renewal. Strange, considering I tasted death only yesterday.
I let my shoulders loosen as I settle beneath the tree's shade, breath leaving me in a long, heavy sigh. The air is calm, grass whispers against the wind, and for once the world doesn't feel like it wants to tear me apart. Tranquility wraps itself around me. Maybe, just maybe, this endless blue sky will stitch me back together.
"Quill! Look what I caught!"
And there goes my peace... I roll my eyes and press a practiced smile onto my lips. Roxy comes striding into view, her hips moving side to side with a rhythm too deliberate to be casual. Not a vulture, no… more like a temptress, the kind who could turn kingdoms into battlefields with a single glance. Yes, that's better.
