Day 17: erg.
931 words today, so far. Sharing a bit that I really liked but will most likely be cut:
“I’ve never seen power like those two, my lady.” Farida rewound the image to show the man and woman again. “Your mother calls herself the ty’vanilé, but these two…I don’t know. The way the trees sang to the man. It was like he was the sun, earth and water all rolled into one, and they were starving.” She winced. “I sound like a bad poet, I know, but that is what it felt like. The woman on the other hand, terrifies me.” She rewound the image again, this time playing the scene where the earth opened up beneath the men in slow motion. “I thought the man had done it at first, but when Chalena and I went back to investigate, the ground was hot. She buried them alive, and then she baked them.”