11.2
It is night; the crows have been tapping at the windows.
Rue looks out, briefly uncertain as they always make her--of her safety, of pain, of worth--but her hand goes to the latch quicker than it ever has before.
In the other hand is the amber stone.
Kraehe knows what to do. The crows bring her a skull of one of their kind, and she sets forth the table. Into the beak she places the stone, steadying it so that it does not fall. In the darkness of the room, she can only see by the purple glow of the working, and the red eyes of the ravens in the room.
She is angry; angry to the point of tears. Mytho hurt her, and will continue to hurt her.
I won't lose you, she promises, mouthing it unknowing, not to anyone.
The hate condenses in her hands and stretches into a single black feather. She sends it to the stone, and it accepts it--accepts it with ease that speaks surely of the similarity of love and hate.
There, she thinks, it's perfect now.
Later, Rue laces it onto one of her best velvet necklace chains in place of the old pendant.
Before she sleeps, she takes cold water and wipes the tear stains off her face.
Rue looks out, briefly uncertain as they always make her--of her safety, of pain, of worth--but her hand goes to the latch quicker than it ever has before.
In the other hand is the amber stone.
Kraehe knows what to do. The crows bring her a skull of one of their kind, and she sets forth the table. Into the beak she places the stone, steadying it so that it does not fall. In the darkness of the room, she can only see by the purple glow of the working, and the red eyes of the ravens in the room.
She is angry; angry to the point of tears. Mytho hurt her, and will continue to hurt her.
I won't lose you, she promises, mouthing it unknowing, not to anyone.
The hate condenses in her hands and stretches into a single black feather. She sends it to the stone, and it accepts it--accepts it with ease that speaks surely of the similarity of love and hate.
There, she thinks, it's perfect now.
Later, Rue laces it onto one of her best velvet necklace chains in place of the old pendant.
Before she sleeps, she takes cold water and wipes the tear stains off her face.