My home was never on the ground // Julia

[Starsonder]

Last week her life had been simple.

Last week she hadn't seen a dead man or his blood. Last week she hadn't met Quell.

Quell had nearly taken up all of her thoughts after she returned to Tephra. At first it didn't seem strange that the Ischia boy wouldn't leave her mind, but when she woke up for the second morning thinking about his wings and the way his lips looked when he was angry, she wondered if she had what her sisters called a crush. 

But there had only been a few days where she got to enjoy these new feelings, enjoy the way she would catch herself humming little songs and smiling to herself while she thought about crossing the sandbar again.

Then she had followed the threads of Isilya's magic, and they lead her to the scene of an execution, and her world had changed again. Suddenly she spending her time trying to think about Quell, the stars, the clouds, anything to get her mind off the way the crystal tree held the old stallion up, off the blood and the corpse. She had felt sick since she saw it.

Her little brow is furrowed when she sees one of her sisters grazing in the distance, and she walks towards her with her head full of the images she cant get rid of.

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