Ah, I heard about those before, I was fortunate that it was spindly things and the floating green ones.
[Fire is a whole other kettle of fish that has her wincing in sympathy before she looks at her hand again, sighing.]
Most of the time I can forget it but when I climb and it’s dark? Very strange. Or sometimes when I try to sleep and I can see light behind an eyelid because I’m trying to sleep with that hand on the pillow. I would be a shit thief now, they’d see me coming, or shadows and reflections, green light bouncing off things. [Not to mention her rapier hilts are elaborate things of twisted gleaming metal that catch the light from each and every angle.]
So is that it? Such a short time to be so many different things - are people ever just people here? There always seems to be so much attached; titles that ring with expectation or scorn depending on who you speak to. It’s hard to think about heroes, here, from everything I’ve heard since I came here they all seem to get lost one way or another.
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[Fire is a whole other kettle of fish that has her wincing in sympathy before she looks at her hand again, sighing.]
Most of the time I can forget it but when I climb and it’s dark? Very strange. Or sometimes when I try to sleep and I can see light behind an eyelid because I’m trying to sleep with that hand on the pillow. I would be a shit thief now, they’d see me coming, or shadows and reflections, green light bouncing off things. [Not to mention her rapier hilts are elaborate things of twisted gleaming metal that catch the light from each and every angle.]
So is that it? Such a short time to be so many different things - are people ever just people here? There always seems to be so much attached; titles that ring with expectation or scorn depending on who you speak to. It’s hard to think about heroes, here, from everything I’ve heard since I came here they all seem to get lost one way or another.