The little girl nods, takes his hand, and leads him down a different alleyway, one that looks like a dead end. "You just have to go over the wall, here," she tells him. It won't be hard to scramble over, even for Skellig. The courtyard on the other side is a karmic space, weak, but stable. A small temple to the Winged Goddess/Kreyu, from the wards on the walls.
The being's angry footsteps fade, waver, his anger flaring as they vanish from his senses.
As they approach what must be the girl's home, Skellig sees the warding symbol over the doorway, but this one has been defaced with what looks like a bloody hand-print. Inside, he can hear a woman's coughing, hear her heart, her body weakened by disease. The White Death has had many names, Consumption, Tuberculosis, but it has stalked humanity for a long, long time.
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Date: 2024-07-08 02:55 am (UTC)The being's angry footsteps fade, waver, his anger flaring as they vanish from his senses.
As they approach what must be the girl's home, Skellig sees the warding symbol over the doorway, but this one has been defaced with what looks like a bloody hand-print. Inside, he can hear a woman's coughing, hear her heart, her body weakened by disease. The White Death has had many names, Consumption, Tuberculosis, but it has stalked humanity for a long, long time.