9/26/2025, 6:46 AM
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The witch took her time, for Sreda never rushed. She did not intend to break her promise, but of course, she didn't quite specify exactly when she'd deliver herself to Northfall, did she? Instead, she chose tonight to dance through the deep red sunset. She would move with a sway, careening through the shadows with a lilting precision and a haunting stagger. It was something she reserved for herself, in those soft twilight moments of blood-red symphony.
Her movements would slow only at the scent of the dead, a gentle trail wavering in her wake as she steadied ... her nose gently sniffing at the dawn-lit air.
She would see him soon enough.
Drenched in the red light of sunset,
bathing beneath the autumn-touched wisteria.
She would see him.
Burrowed beneath the body of a doe, she would see him. And she would approach, her swaying dance decaying into a lilting walk as her ears cupped in his direction. Through the darkness, her amethyst gems shone, and she watched the way his paws wove through the dirt and decay with ease.
Trying to raise the dead? Or simply saving it for later?A valid question. Her words were even, moderated despite her own internal curiosity. She would slow at the side of his hole, lifting a brow as she peered at his work.
