Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Though there was a response, clearly this was not Dygra. Taken by surprise Maea flinched as a bone launched past her, and just barely reacted in time to attempt dodging the second - far more dangerous - projectile. Really? Sharpened finger bones? Tell her she had a problem with undead stuff without telling her she had problems with undeath. Ghost whale, bone creature, skeletal dinosaurs and now this? Oh absolutely not. Getting tired of my own words
"Yes, something like that," she agreed, apprehensive as she began to back away from the shrine. "But perhaps it can wait for another time. Pardon the disturbance."
Unwilling to turn her back to the scattered bones now that she knew they weren't as prone as you'd expect, she tried to back towards the exit without stumbling over the obsidian blocks lining the Cathedral like so many pews.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
