{SE} A place of grief

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah shook his head in slight frustration.  "It fucking better grow. I mean seriously. Entire storms to this." He flipped on his palms and with a slight furrow to his brow, a current of lighting curled around it before dissipating when he dropped his hand back own. "It's just depressing." Sah sat down on the grass, glancing at the moon once more. Fuck that moth still had him under it's thrall. Mabel's voice brought him back. "To help." Sah sighed. "That's what I've been told but I was brought here too late to really do much. I was too busy trying to figure out the concept of thumbs and having only two legs to help. And no wings? Fuck I almost bit someone when I realized mine were gone." Sah raised an eyebrow. "Not a fan of the old ones, huh? Do I dare ask? And don't all the gods hate Abandoned equally, even the Voice?" sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie