This keening soul;
She breaks through the glass. Broken pieces brush by her cheeks like the wings of the gilded butterflies that rip themselves from the eyes of the bear. Blood is drawn in lines across her torso, there are a dozen that drip like tears upon her face. Each one stings like a bee. The glass has cut her skin liek the teeth she saw herself possessing in the mirror. Oh she puts that vision from her mind, she dashes in in her desire to reach the children. Why are children here within this wicked island’s game?
The image of herself, of the monster, of their melded bodies making her appear so close to a kelpie. A shudder slips like ice down her spine and the girl clenches her teeth tightly shut. After the children Leto surges, she skitters and slips along the black mirror glass - so akin to the strange mirror she saw herself within.
Onward and onward she pushes, never gaining, never losing ground. The children run ahead of her, the three of them run for an eternity, until suddenly they and the bridge have ceased. The twins have stopped upon the precipice and Leto skids to a halt beside them. Her breathing is heavy and wild. She stands guard beside them, her star-light eyes set upon the blossoming relic.
OOC: Leto has chosen option 2
| "speaks" | notes: table 2/2!! this was super fun to make
