Aria
The castle feels different after the Hunt. Quieter. Emptier. There's one less heartbeat echoing in the halls, and everyone feels it. The walls seem to, too. Each step I take reverberates a little longer before fading.
The Herald said we had two days to rest. I chuckle as I think of the word. Rest, as if any of us could.
The rabbit, my rabbit, won't leave me alone. The others disappeared into nothing, while mine stayed sleeping in my arms. I didn't question it. I enjoy the company. It follows me everywhere, silent except for the faint tap of claws on stone. When it moves, its fur catches the light like frost. When it sits still, it almost disappears. The others give it a wide berth. The first time Dax got too close, it hissed, low and warning, teeth glinting sharper than the
