This keening soul;
She has stayed with the foals, stood beside them as the island turns savage around them. Yet it seems all for naught, for the children part like a biblical sea. They spread, moving in mirror of each other. One to the right and the other to the left. For a moment Leto stands, immobile, frozen with indecision and then she runs, after the bone-white girl. Her gold is like blood across her small body and Leto prays she does not bleed gold like the gods.
The serpent rears and Leto’s lips part in fury. A star cuts its way through the sky. Fog and cloud and gems descend, but her magic pierces through it all. It flies down as bright as a comet, as hot as the sun. It aims for the serpent that watches the child awaiting its strike. The star is laughing, a high keening almost inaudible yet utterly harrowing.
Leto’s ears fall to her skull as she reaches the girl and turns upon the beast, her body between it and the filly. Her maw parts like a panther, her teeth gleaming blunt yet savage in the light. The galaxies of her gaze swirl with a maddening, wild beauty that vows to swallow this island magic whole.
No children will die this day.
| "speaks" | notes: table 2/2!! this was super fun to make
