“I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that”
Silence and the sea are her only companions as she watches the others debate and share secret stares. Calligo looks to the stars and perhaps speaks to them and they to her. Calliope and Raymond look at each other and speak of passion, fury and doubt in gazes and breaths that scald something in her soul to witness it
Isra then looks to the sea and hears only waves crashing against the rock and shoreline. And when she turns to look at her shadow, cast by moon-light and starlight upon the sand, she can see only blackness. It looks like a pool of ink at her hooves and she wonders if they would all even notice if she bled out all her insides and her blood was black as space.
And at that thought something cracks inside her. The sea seems a little louder against the rock, as if it pulls from her the violence of the crack across her soul. “Perhaps the night holds a miracle for all us.” But it's not hope that taints her voice but doubt and the first blooms of something dark and endless.
Caligo steps down from her rock but Isra is already moving, already slipping through the shadows of the shore beyond Calliope and Raymond. Part of her wants to whisper something to Raymond even though no words come to her. It's a strange feeling to be on the outskirts with nothing but shadows in her wake and faint scales on her side that must remind all her citizens only of the sea that tried to swallow them whole.
So when more words still don't come and she watches the two warriors touch Isra only tightens her lips until they sting and quickens her steps towards the lake.
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