( In a sense, River’s already been possessed once since their arrival in this city. She should have learned her lesson. And perhaps she has because she manages, only just, to resist the cries for sanctuary, swallowing back the way their pain resonates with her.
It’s still her curiosity that damns her. Isn’t it always?
Picking up one of the many paper talismans lying on the floor and a discarded bit of cinnabar, she copies the rune it shows. She doesn’t need any experience with magic - or hell - to know when she’s feeling the force of its effect.
Sinking to the ground, she frowns slightly at the newfound bagginess in her clothes. )
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It’s still her curiosity that damns her. Isn’t it always?
Picking up one of the many paper talismans lying on the floor and a discarded bit of cinnabar, she copies the rune it shows. She doesn’t need any experience with magic - or hell - to know when she’s feeling the force of its effect.
Sinking to the ground, she frowns slightly at the newfound bagginess in her clothes. )
Maybe just a minute to catch my breath.