Death magic? (She laughs, but it sounds a little strangled,) I think– wouldn't you associate something like that with malevolent ghosts? I really don't–
(But then he steps out of the house and Lucretia's words fail her, because she feels that separation so keenly in her soul it almost... hurts. It feels like the memory of being wounded. It feels like dying, except that nothing happens to her, and she remains where she is in the wood chip, paralyzed. Dying lite.
Taako's hand joins her in his pocket. She knows he didn't put it there for reassurance, more out of habit, but it's still nice. Lucretia simmers, trying to get used to the floaty feeling of being suddenly disconnected. She realises with a jolt that she has no idea where they're going. The house has been north, south, east and west for her. She can't remember the world beyond it.)
Uh, (she says, and her voice sounds rusty, a little squeak of sound from his pocket.) Yes? I– suppose that I did. Am I still here? Can you still hear me?
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Death magic? (She laughs, but it sounds a little strangled,) I think– wouldn't you associate something like that with malevolent ghosts? I really don't–
(But then he steps out of the house and Lucretia's words fail her, because she feels that separation so keenly in her soul it almost... hurts. It feels like the memory of being wounded. It feels like dying, except that nothing happens to her, and she remains where she is in the wood chip, paralyzed. Dying lite.
Taako's hand joins her in his pocket. She knows he didn't put it there for reassurance, more out of habit, but it's still nice. Lucretia simmers, trying to get used to the floaty feeling of being suddenly disconnected. She realises with a jolt that she has no idea where they're going. The house has been north, south, east and west for her. She can't remember the world beyond it.)
Uh, (she says, and her voice sounds rusty, a little squeak of sound from his pocket.) Yes? I– suppose that I did. Am I still here? Can you still hear me?