[ Once upon a time, Eda would've enjoyed the relative quiet. She's getting older, her bones creakier, and while the fatigue hasn't been as bad since she accepted her curse and gained her harpy form, it's still present.
Usually. Ever since the beacon spat her back out, any minute standing still feels like utter torture.
It's probably this blasted world getting to her. All the undead fighting really takes a toll on you. Walking across the bustling market, she finds a mirror and looks into it, pulling at her lower lid to see if there's a new wrinkle or two.
That's when she hears a voice calling out to her. You!! You told me to make a bonfire on my boat on a full moon for good luck, and now it burned down!
Eda's eyes widen and she yelps. ]
Is it really my fault if you took that advice?
[ Damn, this world's version of her must've been deep in the wine jug that day. ]
Uhhh, distraction spell!
[ She pulls some of the wares in the stall next to her down and tosses them at the irate person approaching her, then flees. ]
BOAR'S HEART
Usually. Ever since the beacon spat her back out, any minute standing still feels like utter torture.
It's probably this blasted world getting to her. All the undead fighting really takes a toll on you. Walking across the bustling market, she finds a mirror and looks into it, pulling at her lower lid to see if there's a new wrinkle or two.
That's when she hears a voice calling out to her. You!! You told me to make a bonfire on my boat on a full moon for good luck, and now it burned down!
Eda's eyes widen and she yelps. ]
Is it really my fault if you took that advice?
[ Damn, this world's version of her must've been deep in the wine jug that day. ]
Uhhh, distraction spell!
[ She pulls some of the wares in the stall next to her down and tosses them at the irate person approaching her, then flees. ]