( she does not stop herself from grimacing: no, there's no joy in her heart to see moiraine, just as there's a stop before the anger that would have been full in force months ago. a little stop, but a stop nonetheless. how could you leave them, she doesn't say, because there's no choice in their abduction to this world of walking dead.
how could you play so careless with their lives is not, however, something she need refrain from asking. if she thought she'd get an answer, she'd bite it out now. )
Do we. ( a ghost with stones for eyes now, and how strange, because in no way are they held to the holes in her face. the ghost simply holds them in hand, and lifts them, soft glow around the rock misleadingly gentle in the night. ) You entertain the whims of the dead now?
( not that she fails to take steps, nodding briskly to the ghost like this were normal (and here it has been, but she doesn't like it, has no need to), practically next to the ghost who murmurs her needs, my sister, my sister, i must find her. )
Her name, Tykhe?
( the long pause, as if the words had no meaning, and the sigh that follows, aching: )
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how could you play so careless with their lives is not, however, something she need refrain from asking. if she thought she'd get an answer, she'd bite it out now. )
Do we. ( a ghost with stones for eyes now, and how strange, because in no way are they held to the holes in her face. the ghost simply holds them in hand, and lifts them, soft glow around the rock misleadingly gentle in the night. ) You entertain the whims of the dead now?
( not that she fails to take steps, nodding briskly to the ghost like this were normal (and here it has been, but she doesn't like it, has no need to), practically next to the ghost who murmurs her needs, my sister, my sister, i must find her. )
Her name, Tykhe?
( the long pause, as if the words had no meaning, and the sigh that follows, aching: )
Cassandra.