I write sins, not tragedies
They have her chuckling at the thought of Caido’s ruins given to half-sentient gourds. There was a Mother - or Father? - Pumpkin somewhere, they’d seen it before. Been squished by it. Ridiculous, really, but the General can appreciate an unexpected laugh. “Oh I’m sure they’d evolve somehow and Gods, I hope they’d do better than we are.” She throws her hands up in mock defeat, ready to surrender herself to their tiny teeth for the good of the world. “Let ‘em have it. Or at least these steps.”
And then she lights up to hear that Cameron is still thinking of Ascending. It quickly falls at the mention of a curse, and is then followed by a blanche. “The spirits have gotten more aggressive lately, I think. I’m sorry you were cursed - was it bad? I’ve seen some bad ones. And some hilarious ones. But mostly only funny after the fact.” Which is not to imply that Cam’s curse was funny at all, just that there are varying degrees.
The gourds begin to advance again and the Wraith offers them her hand. “Want a lift back to - oh, anywhere?”
And then she lights up to hear that Cameron is still thinking of Ascending. It quickly falls at the mention of a curse, and is then followed by a blanche. “The spirits have gotten more aggressive lately, I think. I’m sorry you were cursed - was it bad? I’ve seen some bad ones. And some hilarious ones. But mostly only funny after the fact.” Which is not to imply that Cam’s curse was funny at all, just that there are varying degrees.
The gourds begin to advance again and the Wraith offers them her hand. “Want a lift back to - oh, anywhere?”
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