Songs of a traveller

“Force like being struck, the cold of ice water as you break the surface in the fall.” She truly could not recall her reason for falling into the Fade. Blue-grey eyes blinked with curiousity at the other’s reactions. 

She hurried after him, eyebrows furrowed. “I remember... I was sitting with someone. A mercenary that knew my, uh family.” She mumbled awkwardly. “She was a friend of Damian, I think... Something happened to him.” She stated, her voice resonating in the quiet.

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He repeats with an almost awkward bobbing of his head. Blue-grey eyes were unblinking when he focused his attention on the other, every movement slow and calculated, kept within her line of sight so she does not spook any further.

She followed the spirit, almost silently taking in his words. It took her a moment to understand it’s descriptions, scowling as she did so. She knew of the demons, why was he reminding her? 

“You mustn’t sleep here. Not yet. Not now.” He repeats. Cole does not drift closer but his gaze trails after the other. A slow blink. 

She lowered her head, ears flicking back, disquieted by his knowledge of her. She could feel the presence of demons, their weighted words pressed against her.

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She looked around, feeling the ever familiar pulse of the fade, grimacing. The extra room in her mind was... disconcerting. She had never felt so alone, even with the other spirits flitting around.

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