Damon squeezed the Whisper Coin in his hand.
Within the span of a single day, it could only send one message.
But he had so much to say… so many people to whisper to.
He wanted to tell Lilith he was alright. He wanted to ask Luna how she was doing. He wanted to remind Iris not to push herself too much.
He was worried about Sylvia. He wanted to know if Evangeline was still fine.
He wanted to ask if Leona had a full belly.
He wanted to ask if Xander was dead.
But all those messages could not be sent. He could not whisper to any of them.
Because every day, without fail, he only whispered to Matia.
He would ask her to meet him in the same place. By the Bone Tree.
He did not risk skipping the daily message.
What if… what if the day he didn't send it was the one day she could actually hear it?
What then?
That was why he never sent anything else.
Today, as always, he waited by the Bone Tree… in the twisted lands where even trees had become bone and bore fruits of flesh.
