#miah things

For the longest of moments, her gaze did not lift from the sketchpad within her lap. Brush strokes with the small piece of charcoal slowed, until it remained still upon the page.

"I could say that things would have been great. That we would have traveled the world together, both of us learning what it meant to exist again. You would have taught me many things, just as I would have showed you other things. Our friendship would have been absolute."

She paused, amethyst pools finally lifting to rest on one of the creatures that may have known her the best. There was something hidden in the crevices of her thoughts; something secret and unspoken.

A long, thick present was placed upon the chambers of Miasma when she least expected it. Oh how the shape almost had her at unease when she would feel something foul and perverted was a foot. It did not surprise her considering who the Myotis leader was. But as she hastily sought to grab and unwrap the hardened object, a faint sound of sloshing would be heard. Could it be? Beneath the wrapping paper lie only a bottle forged of onyx shaded glass. A crimson note delicately attached to the bottle cap.

Happy Winter’s Veil from Saint Myotis