undonewithout

"Maybe it's because you took too many blows to the head training with Aiglamene," Harrow mutters in response, gritting her teeth against the swell of revulsion that comes when she first sets her feet on the grass. The place she's picked is beautiful and utterly secluded--one of those of more importance than the other--but Petros Park itself teems with thalergy, green things shoving their way out of the ground and birds winging high overhead, endless life signatures coming at her from every possible angle. It reminds her of all her planetary trophies, the last one chief among them--that wet, green jungle, the festering pit of worms it and what she'd found there had set loose within her chest.

The further she walks, the easier it becomes, but her shoulders don't lose their stiffness.