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Only once the feathered snake was dead did the tiger shrink back to the Ancient form. Her hands were stained with the blood; she half raised them to her mouth several times before catching herself. Scraping off the gore onto the roots felt like a waste - briefly she worried about anything that grew from these winding Grotto walls - but it was better than accidentally poisoning herself.
"Happy to help however I can," she smiled, when her hands were mostly clean again. "It's not what I had in mind for the day... but probably more interesting than shopping." Looking around, she knew she likely never would have sought out a place like this on her own. It reminded her of the Fingers, somehow; if they lingered long enough there was a good chance they might find more trouble to entertain themselves with.
"Wanna explore more, or head back?"
"Happy to help however I can," she smiled, when her hands were mostly clean again. "It's not what I had in mind for the day... but probably more interesting than shopping." Looking around, she knew she likely never would have sought out a place like this on her own. It reminded her of the Fingers, somehow; if they lingered long enough there was a good chance they might find more trouble to entertain themselves with.
"Wanna explore more, or head back?"
Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
