Willow.
After lunch, the air turned golden and hazy with late day heat and that mountain quiet that hummed with bees and the distant rustling of wind through leaves. It made the world feel slower and softer and more dangerous somehow like if I let my mind wander too far, I’d remember things I wasn’t ready to face again.
My legs still ached slightly from the morning drills and my arms tender from where Damon blocked too hard just to remind me that I needed to stay on edge. It was good pain so real amd f*****g brounding. Something to hold onto.
I stayed inside for a while after we ate, washing my hands and checking the bruises blooming along my ribs and thighs in the mirror. These are signs that my body was once again, catching up to itself.
That I was recovering and I was becoming my
