Beatrix
Beatrix watched as her brother flopped around on the ground for a bit, before getting to his feet. How had she ever held any respect for the healer? When he finally got up, he started in the wrong direction. “Loren, home’s this way.” She reached to grab him by his shoulder, to stop him.
“Where are you trying to go? We have to go home to the Citadel, to build a fire.” Well, theoretically they could build a fire anywhere… but, she wasn’t about to linger in the tundra with her insane big brother. “In a fireplace. Where fire belongs.” She enunciated each word, hoping that, maybe that would help the issue.
“Where are you trying to go? We have to go home to the Citadel, to build a fire.” Well, theoretically they could build a fire anywhere… but, she wasn’t about to linger in the tundra with her insane big brother. “In a fireplace. Where fire belongs.” She enunciated each word, hoping that, maybe that would help the issue.
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
