like water flowing into lungs - laura pony

[Anaxarete]

LIKE WATER FLOWING INTO LUNGS. She watches him with a keen sort of interest. There is much she has seen after over a century of life, but the ease at which this boy has taken to his gift is refreshing. How effortlessly he destroys the sacred line between life and death. He is not afraid of this gift. She can feel his curiosity - his desire. She can feel the fingers of his power sink deep into the earth. She can hear the bones and flesh and decay answer the call. She can feel the earth part, birthing the creatures from their graves. As he calls to the flesh, she calls forth the shadows once more. She finds she quite likes this boy and the games they play. Her gaze follows the misshapen flock. Without breaking a gaze, she summons a murder of crows. The flock trails shadows - appearing and disappearing at will - twisting and turning between those built of death and bones. It would be a nightmare for most to stumble upon - a flock of death and darkness. For most. Not them. It is only when the boy provides his name does she pull her icy gaze from what they have created. A smile crawls upon her dark lips - small but powerful. “You have a special gift, Stave,” she says, her voice cold but not at all unkind. White the opposite, truth be told. Such a talent should be fostered and this boy she saw so much potential... “My name is Anaxarete. And if you wish it, you are welcome to join me in my home. Both you and your sister would be welcome in Pangea.” The offer is genuine, and she watches carefully for his reaction - both to the invitation and mention of his sister. A N A X A R E T E been there, done that

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@[stave]
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