 t's nearing the end.
The atmosphere in the Town is different now. There's a hush, as if the entire world is expecting something, watching and waiting and prepared for some final outcome --
And then it happens.
The trees come surging forward suddenly, intensely, aggressively. It's a fierce attack a determined attack, branchy limbs trying to take down human and building alike in the Town. But the attack reeks, too, of desperation.
It's the last battle, the last chance to bring about a happy ending. What will you do?
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[ she knows this, and yet! ]
I’m just so sick of these interruptions! First those strange dolls pulled me out of bed, and these godforsaken trees aren’t even letting me sleep in the first place. [ she’s getting mad again. ] Even those—what were they? The dryads? Even the dryads were a nuisance.
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if nothing else, her age is showing. most wouldn't prioritize their sleep in this situation. ]
More than sleep lies at risk for the others.
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[ this time, when she says “boy,” even though she knows very well that they have relatively similar temporal experiences, it’s just to put him in his place. don’t talk to her like that when she’s incensed, somnus. ]
We all fight for our own reasons, though, do we not? Mine is my comfort.
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Are you weary?
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[ even if her tone is biting, it can’t completely disguise the inherent sadness of the words. back in her own world, when she wasn’t hunting, she was sleeping. ever and always waiting for her next chance to strike.
but now neclord is dead. there isn’t much left for her there. ]
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glancing around, he spies no further threats in the area (for now). ]
I do not carry restoratives. [ would they even work on her? ] What alternative is there?
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[ if only reim were here—or nash, but he always put up such a fuss about her taking what she felt was owed to her for her help. at least reim had been a gracious assistant. ]
Do you bleed?
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I do. If you desire it, it is yours.
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[ she takes his arm gently, her claws grazing him without any intention to frighten him. ]
You might feel a pinch. [ this is the only warning he gets before she sinks her teeth into his arm. they surely feel longer than they look, piercing his skin through until she’s sure that his body will supply what she needs. ]
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though no color returns to her face for obvious reasons, when she lifts her mouth from his arm, she seems better—maybe as if she got a good night’s sleep. ]
It’s not the best I’ve had.
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The trees are relentless. Use your strength with due caution.