The Scribe of the Vault of Orendathos has won yet another Aether Prompt, this time from June 19th! Congratulations! It’s a deserving win as well, as it captures a tense moment framed in beautiful subtlety…
~Jason H. Abbott
Waves curled beneath her, the boundless locks of a goddess. The smell of salt and sand mixed intimately with the sweeter scents of her own perfume and the stubborn grass that clung to the cliff, against the ocean wind.
“A choice is nothing like a cliff, Dove,” I said. Her dress, handed down from my own wedding, fluttered loosely around her. She didn’t move. My heart hurt for her. I’d hoped to spare her this, even before she was born. But…
“With a choice, you don’t get to know what will rise to meet you.”
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