[ is the heat in her face from the alcohol or the shame or the anger? she wobbles on her stool and grips at the smooth countertop with her claws. ]
Correct. [ even her voice is huskier than its usual fare; she's been at it a while before sending that message, it'd seem. ] My blood, from when oripathy was killing me. [ she steels herself, adding an edge to her voice. ] You must take it far from me.
Des... [ "Destroy it, if you must." that's what she wants to say, yet she can't force that past her lips any easier. is she a Scribe or not? does she truly live now only to destroy every speck of knowledge and opportunity she comes across?
lowers her temple into the support of one hand ] Mmhh.
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Correct. [ even her voice is huskier than its usual fare; she's been at it a while before sending that message, it'd seem. ] My blood, from when oripathy was killing me. [ she steels herself, adding an edge to her voice. ] You must take it far from me.
Des... [ "Destroy it, if you must." that's what she wants to say, yet she can't force that past her lips any easier. is she a Scribe or not? does she truly live now only to destroy every speck of knowledge and opportunity she comes across?
lowers her temple into the support of one hand ] Mmhh.