”Oh, this?” Comes the disembodied voice, one that seems to come from the variety of bones lingering around the obsidian pews of previous offerings to the dark lady. The bones wiggle, a humerus rising from the pile to launch itself in a poor imitation of the dart! ability, aiming past Maea’s shoulder to launch into the wall across from the shrine.
The next bone that lifts is smaller, a finger bone sharpened to a point. Perhaps an Ancient in the past used it for cleaning between their teeth? Anyway, this finger bone lifts, rising slowly in the air before it launches at Maea as if in warning. The spirit is clearly upset at being disturbed.
The next bone that lifts is smaller, a finger bone sharpened to a point. Perhaps an Ancient in the past used it for cleaning between their teeth? Anyway, this finger bone lifts, rising slowly in the air before it launches at Maea as if in warning. The spirit is clearly upset at being disturbed.
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