You speak of things I don't know; has time moved on so swiftly without me?
[Balls, yes. Bouncy? Not so much. And steak means nothing to her, either. She heard stake, and assumes stick. Which, granted, would also work.
His good cheer is less surprising than it is uplifting, and indeed, it's his own unflagging enthusiasm that's helping her along the path back to the land of the living. Were he not so sure of himself, she'd have danced, thanked him, and accepted her fate to return with no real argument save a longing look towards the light. As it is, she's now much less than a shadow of her former self, and is growing closer to the lively nymph she should be with every flying step he takes.]
I'm ready to assist - I cannot fight, but I can flee. [And she does as she's bid, glancing over her shoulder.] I see darkness... it's grey, not black, and it's moving swiftly. It will be upon us sooner than we think-- I see wings?
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[Balls, yes. Bouncy? Not so much. And steak means nothing to her, either. She heard stake, and assumes stick. Which, granted, would also work.
His good cheer is less surprising than it is uplifting, and indeed, it's his own unflagging enthusiasm that's helping her along the path back to the land of the living. Were he not so sure of himself, she'd have danced, thanked him, and accepted her fate to return with no real argument save a longing look towards the light. As it is, she's now much less than a shadow of her former self, and is growing closer to the lively nymph she should be with every flying step he takes.]
I'm ready to assist - I cannot fight, but I can flee. [And she does as she's bid, glancing over her shoulder.] I see darkness... it's grey, not black, and it's moving swiftly. It will be upon us sooner than we think-- I see wings?