craving roses (i'm coming for you) by kimaracretak

Chapter 1

The fragrance of the night-blooming flowers sets Aredhel's head spinning as soon as she opens her eyes. In the dark, the forest is another creature entirely, bent to the will of the bustling animals and - her eyes drop to the vine curling around her wrist - plants.

Other nights, she might have refused the call of the leathery wing-beat in her ears; tonight, she feels dangerous.

There is a shadow making haste across the sky, lit with something Aredhel knows better than to name. She stands with care, tips her head back.

There is not much longer to wait.