#madedevil

          ❝ this world has a cruel end . ❞ she speaks through thin cloth that hides face from all eyes around her . in hand is a teal crystal . she rolls it and spins it within palm and between fingers , ❝ there will be death and flames . . . that end cannot be stopped . . . it is a cycle . . . end in fire then rebirth in vegetation and grow until that end comes again centuries down the road . ❞   

          there a feeling of uneasiness washed over her like waves over the still damp sand of the shore . the atmosphere was thick with negative energy . a hand raises to rub at arm timidly . perhaps it was because of how crowded the streets were . she was not one for the city . she was more at home among the trees of the forest . when shoulder bumped another much taller than she she gave a start . ❝ oh ! so sorry ! ❞ came her shy honeyed voice . colour washed over bark brown but it was not red but rather a light shade of green .

He held out his bottle to the other offering to share just in case there was any tension from him.