She nods, the sudden tang of nervousness pressing her as always to greater heights of dignity and stiffness. "I believe I am prepared," she says.
Her misgivings, such as they are, lie in the realm of theory rather than the specifics of the weave. She steps through, dismissing the skeleton back to its watery grave, such as it is.
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Date: 2020-10-21 05:04 pm (UTC)Her misgivings, such as they are, lie in the realm of theory rather than the specifics of the weave. She steps through, dismissing the skeleton back to its watery grave, such as it is.