Kigal sat in the shade of scrub brush against the rising dawn, the air still crisp and fresh despite the tinge of smoke left over from the Lamashtu’s charred corpse. Before she left, she couldn’t bear to go without visiting these Bone Fields one last time. There were plenty of others scattered throughout the lands, but this one would forever occupy a spot in her heart, the patch of earth that had borne witness to the start of it all.
She raised the pulled copper wire up to the growing light, working it around her pinkie and then grabbing hold of a squarish vertebrae. Wrapping the wire through its hollow middle, she then fastened it to yet another neck bone, bits that wouldn’t have interested wild dogs and so were all that remained of those long forgotten. Something told her that whomever
