(... continued at Autumn's end)
Autumn hovered above the sea.Neither steady nor effortless.
But sustained.
The mine beneath Calareth pulsed again…slow, luminous veins glowing beneath the black water like the arteries of something half-awake. Each pulse sent a faint warmth upward through the soles of her feet, into her bones.
It did not heal her completely but it definitely steadied her.
Her body felt marginally stronger.Her lungs drew deeper breaths.But inside—Something was fraying.
Fenric drifted several yards away, suspended in the air like a patient vulture.Like he knew,he could see that she was unraveling…that she wouldn't last too long.
His miasma coiled lazily around him, dripping in thin, ember-like strands that hissed when they touched the sea.
"You recovered but you don't look too good. Is there a problem?" He mildly mocked.
Autumn did not look at him. "I am a work in progress,just hold on," she replied,mocking him too.
