plant grips

A rare sight, chaos in the Grove. The Assembly was a cacophony of shouts and accusations made from both sides of the aisle. “Inexcusable!” “We shall not stand for this affront to our traditions!” “This- this is heresy! Of the highest degree!” “Hang him, hang the traitor bastard!”...

I remember our wailing. Our shouts ringing out into the chilled night air, our bitter tears streaking freely down our veiled faces. Some of us wept silently, still shocked by what had happened. Most of us cried aloud, sharing our pain together as a community. And still yet, a select few howled...