Notes: Ravenwoman pulled me into the Boneyard. We had words. She commanded the ravens to tear me apart. I chose not to fight them but to allow them to do as they willed. One of the largest perched on me and did nothing else. More words. I saw something in a nearby pyre and understood a little more about me. She slapped me so hard that she ripped flesh from my cheek. “Let that be my mark. You may walk with others but you belong to me.” I challenged her declaration and left the Boneyard.
At the river by my lair: The wound stopped bleeding but it won’t heal. My teeth are visible through the shreds. The water helps the pain and discomfort but it won’t heal. Someone approaches but I pass out before I can identify kir. I feel myself being picked up.
Ravenwoman has pulled me back again. She’s furious. She is burying me in bones. I feel the wound has healed a little. I remember No Man’s words and kick the bones off me. More words. She loses her human form and becomes the darkness around me. I chide her for disrespecting the bones and rearrange the pyre. The ravens help me.
I leave as she is shrieking in anger and agony. I hurt too, but I’m not telling her.
I wake up, my cheek is very sore. It is physically intact but I can feel the wound. It has barely begun to heal.
I’m so tired.