She looked out over the sands. In the winter they were white, and Jane imagined they could pass for snow if their texture had only been different. It had been white when she arrived here too, under cover of moonlight. Her body half-rotten by the snake bite, her mind wasted by the wave of trauma she had never before experienced.
Now she was just bored. And she knew, she did, how lucky she was to be bored. But it hurt like a genuine ache. The lack of direction, it strangled her. Oh, to be of use. So deep in her mind was she that when she spoke, the response of another nearly sent her leaping over the precipice.
But Jane monitored the other, carefully, cautiously. Her eyes went to the snake wrapped around the pegasus’ frame. The other was striking, clearly an authority. Not that Jane had heard anything about her.
“I might,” Jane said, tipping her chin defiantly. She knew how ridiculous she sounded, but at least it would mean her uselessness was not by choice. The waste of her life would be out of her control.
ooc: im so excited for this omg
i've never felt more alone
it feels so scary getting old
