DARK FAE REALM:
Aire's stomach growled loudly. She ignored it for the sixth time, and coninued humming a special tune of hers.
Her stomach growled again.
Aire looked down at it. She runbed her stomach softly. "You are embarrassing me." She whispered gently.
Her stomach remained completely unapologetic.
Aire sighed and leaned her head against the bars.
She folded her arms across her chest to balance herself on the mud. The last time she remembered eating properly was when she saw Lysander in the garden.
Her stomach growled again.
Aire narrowed her eyes. She exhaled slowly, then her expression became thoughtful.
Her attention shifted toward the black vines wrapped around her wrists.
They remained still.
Aire hated them more than the cage. Every time she forgot they existed, they reminded he painfully by piercing into her flesh.
Aire stared at them.
The vines stared back.
At least that was what it felt like.
Her eyes narrowed, and she thought carefully.
