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Elder Member
Ephraim let him walk. Let the tension in his shoulders coil, let the weight of his own fury settle in the air between them. She didn’t need to say anything. She’d already said enough.
But that didn’t mean she was done.
She fell into step behind him, her pace easy, unhurried—comfortable. Like she belonged here. Like she was simply strolling through a garden untouched by time rather than trailing behind Wrath himself.
Her fingertips brushed against the flora as she walked, their petals cool and impossibly soft beneath her touch. The garden was endless, stretching out in every direction, no clear path, no sense of destination. Just waiting.
She tilted her head, eyes flickering toward him as she spoke.
"What are you looking for?" she mused, her voice light, curious. "Your shadow? Or do shadows even have shadows?"
But that didn’t mean she was done.
She fell into step behind him, her pace easy, unhurried—comfortable. Like she belonged here. Like she was simply strolling through a garden untouched by time rather than trailing behind Wrath himself.
Her fingertips brushed against the flora as she walked, their petals cool and impossibly soft beneath her touch. The garden was endless, stretching out in every direction, no clear path, no sense of destination. Just waiting.
She tilted her head, eyes flickering toward him as she spoke.
"What are you looking for?" she mused, her voice light, curious. "Your shadow? Or do shadows even have shadows?"