Fire. Smoke. How? Had the gods forsaken them? No. That wasn’t right. But the homes burning in front of her said otherwise. It just wasn’t right. She stood, frozen, as all around her ran. Fae couldn’t leave. What if the gods wouldn’t take her back if they left the place? Cough. Cough. It couldn’t stay either if it wanted to live. They felt hot ash hit their skin. She would have to run. But fae was still frozen. Cough. Cough. Even if she left, what if Baba never found her again? The gods never took take fae back? Cough. Cough. No. She had to live. They broke their trance and ran. Cough. Pause. Continue. To the boats. Her home would burn, that much was true. So… Maybe, just maybe… The gods had forsaken her.
Just a quick Srp for the trickster of Thunderclan and self-acclaimed god.
