Terracotta trudged through the forest, ribs showing, eyes red. It had been weeks since her sibs had been lost to that animus, but she hadn't recovered at all. The PTSD was still just as strong. She stopped suddenly, noticing a tree. Words were carved into it. She read them over and over. Maybe this would ease the pain... She placed one bony talon on the tree and said the words. And then...now what?
Credits to @strawberryrainwing for the image, (badly) recolored by me.
