GERALDINE
I had never found the allure of a ceremony in war. It was visually appealing, the representation of war ethics being followed but it was unnecessary. My whole body itched to tear into someone. I was afraid if they lagged any longer, I would tear into my allies.
The never ending anxiety at the pool of my stomach was one of the reasons for my bloodlust. No matter what, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong. It certainly had nothing to do with the fact that I hadn’t gotten a letter from Amaya since she left, even though she used to write love letters and send them every two days, even going as far as using the emergency birds.
Dinnie, I’m going home. Won’t you miss me?
Don’t call me that. If you’re going home, just go
You’re so cute Dinnie. I’ll write to y
