#aveyah

"Control" her lips cracked as she whispered, digging her hands into the dirt. The hum grew into a scream, a scream that shook her limbs. "One more day" pulling her hands close to her face. "Control" pushing the thin bony fingers through her mane. small tuffs of hair stuck between the elves fingers. "Control" pulling the fingers from her hair, holding the skeletal hands infront of her face, staring blankly at the strands enlaced within them. Aveyah shook her hands lightly, the stands falling over her face. The screaming pain continued, her body burned and ached. "I have no control" pushing her weak body from the grass. Her fragile frame barley able to keep her standing. She walked back to camp, flask in one hand, satchel in the other.