This keening soul;
The beast moves and Leto hears the rattle of the woodland in its scales. She sees the endless hunger in its gaze as the beast watches the advance of the others.
She spies the glow of golden children as they skirt the frenzy of the battle. They move to slip behind the serpent and Leto’s heart trembles in her chest. The monster shifts and the shed-star does not pause to think. She lunges for its head as it twists to see the glimpse of gold in the corner of its vision.
Leto calls her magic, her skin igniting as a star rips itself from the sky and aims like a divine arrow for the snake upon the ground. She does not think of the value of trinkets, but the lives of children already tangled up in the greed of men.
Too many have died at the hands of beasts lately.
-Leto chooses option one.-
| "speaks" | notes: table 2/2!! this was super fun to make
