choke this love till the veins start to shiver
one last breath till the tears start to wither

Drika’s mind took a moment to absorb the information. Although the Peak’s numbers were limited and the chances were, statistically, high, she had never expected that the fight might have been over her mother. She had only just got to to the age where the realisation that her parents were not infallible, untouchable figures in her life.

“Oh…” she began, failing to find more appropriate words at first.

She glanced at the dark pair that had joined them. Thankfully, the mare spoke. Her words were noble, and somehow comforting. We try to help. Drika offered a nod of her head in greeting, and her expression settled a little.

“Drika,” she returned, introducing herself. “I will stand with you. For my mother.”

She steeled herself, the shock of losing her mother turning quickly into iron in her stomach, a flicker of anger sparking in her chest. This was an insult to her, and to the Peak as a whole.

DRIKA
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