MINYA
take that look from off your face
you ain't gunna burn my heart out
you ain't gunna burn my heart out
So many have gathered. Minya’s eyes skip from one to the next. All seems to be silent, but for the chime of her trinkets as they sing into the air – tight with its held breath.
For that is what it is – she feels it now. This island is as tight as lungs filled with air. It is due to burst, and Minya recognises what anarchy might follow.
But not even Minya’s imagination is enough to create the serpent that looms up from the wooded floor. She watches as the forest morphs into its own beast. That totem still gleams, wicked and bright and laden with magic.
It is not worth it. It is not worth her time! Minya knows this, of course she does. But greed has made her a wicked thing. With more grace that even the flurid coiling of that feral serpent, Minya lunges for its middle. She drives her antlers down and feels her stomach roil with the thought of battle.
Yet she is a magpie girl and what enchanted gem this might be! How glorious it might look hanging from her crimson antlers.
Minya chooses option 2.
- Minya chooses option 2 -
@Boudika| "speaks" | notes: eee <3
