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We haven’t had light since our own lost leader fell prey to the teeth in the darkness, and the night nips at us still, chill-chiseled. Salt whipping our once-wet flesh, beckoning us underwater. Our hands are fish-frail, newt-skinny, and without fire we cannot feast, and so we dwell here, withering slowly.
Or at least we did until our latest Leader arrived. Capricious as a child, a scar peeking from their throat like a rotting smile. Wool wispy, skin wan as wax or ash. Shadows ridging their eyes, the noble arc of their black-crowned brow, the noose-necklace, bell-laced, they adorn themself with. Sweet as sap. Their snout, lacking length like one of our larvae, curving into a rictus grin. With one gash of Their grimalkin-gray gauntlets, the trees we couldn’t toil at reared and bowed and broke. Invoking flame as warm as the crackle-whisper-paper-rustle of their hatchling-young voice.
Leader, leader, bringer of light, conjuror of holy fire, stay with us if you can. You will be our guiding star, and we can be your seaside sentinels. Gifting others the goods of Your words, so many trades begging to be born. Lamb. Holy Lamb, won’t you visit again soon? We’ll give you a discount on the next tarot-tucking, then? Ah, of course. Depart if you must, but…
..in the dark, there’ll always be something watching.