Date: 2020-09-13 05:05 am (UTC)
we_bring_hell: (One Flesh)
She is.

She has sat in the water past the point where it makes any sense, too physically and emotionally exhausted to move, and the longer she sits the more of her blood seeps into the saltwater, exhausting her more.

An excellent example of why necromancers need cavaliers, she thinks.

If she just laid back the salt water would run over her face and cover her entirely, but for now she sits here, a black lump in black water, and watches a tall white figure moving across the grass.

"Your belongings are in the bag on the shore," she says in a clear carrying voice.
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