Three long days, and three longer nights, and Anandi did not eat for any of it. There was not even a single stupid bird left on the island, just sand and shrubs and stillness. And that damnable sun. She would be happy to never see that arrogant bastard ever again.
But there must be some meaning to all of this, some purpose to being here. There must be such a thing as fate that threw Anandi into this long suffering. There must be a reward. So she keeps going, although the sun wrings the water from her and the hunger clenches in her belly and she sees things that aren’t there (shifting sand and moving hoofprints) and feels things that are not possible (a tug, from the heart of the island to her navel, a certainty)
When she sees @
She blinks and Anouk is there, pressed to her temple, cool and certain.
“Anandi,” it says lovingly, “Anandi, get the relic. Do it for me, Anandi. Please?” And just like a knot that tightens and tightens and– suddenly– swallows itself– Just like that the hunger is gone, or at least momentarily forgotten, and Anandi scrambles forward, into the fray, because she would do almost anything for Anouk, and even more for herself.
a dream strayed into moonlight
Anandi is staying (:
STAFF EDIT***
@anadi has rolled a 4! She has been awarded +250 signos.
some say the loving and the devouring are all the same thing
☾