Blade Maidens: Dead in the Water – 21

“I am a bowl

Cracked and worn

Spent my days carrying

Holding life, as best I could

Broken. Spilling. Mistakes.

Then you found me.

Picked me up with tender hands

That could paint the stars

Strong and soft, elegant

Filled my cracks with molten gold

Treated me like art

Like worship

Now I am full once more

Of you

Of life

In your hands”

– An unsigned poem in Mel’s possession, written on crumpled paper in Ser’s handwriting