But hanging out in this exact spot the rest of her short life waiting for a — A what? A demon-summoner? Some kind of terrible unknown mage? Is this what abominations do, again? — to come for her is worse.
Slowly, Cerise eases her fingers free of Dog, raises from her crouch to call: ]
Don't make a move, [ (A little afraid, a little petulant, striving vainly to show neither,) ] Or they'll all come running.
[ An empty bluff, there's no one else out this far. Her legs feel like jelly, but she manages a few halting steps forward, free of the treeline; a tiny elven girl in disheveled homespun, hands balled into shaking fists at her side. ]
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But hanging out in this exact spot the rest of her short life waiting for a — A what? A demon-summoner? Some kind of terrible unknown mage? Is this what abominations do, again? — to come for her is worse.
Slowly, Cerise eases her fingers free of Dog, raises from her crouch to call: ]
Don't make a move, [ (A little afraid, a little petulant, striving vainly to show neither,) ] Or they'll all come running.
[ An empty bluff, there's no one else out this far. Her legs feel like jelly, but she manages a few halting steps forward, free of the treeline; a tiny elven girl in disheveled homespun, hands balled into shaking fists at her side. ]