Backdated to bone-flower clock liminal

[wolvering]

Tho—

[The would-be mental shout cuts off before the first syllable is even finished. There’s a brief pause, and then Pod’s actual voice comes back, and it’s all filtered away from baby Rose.]

Those spineless, mealy-mouthed, Hornet-hoofed, pustulant offspring of asps and dark mages! They can’t claim me! I belong to Kerras. I don’t—

Argh! Goddess curse them to never find rest nor hearth.

Comments

[fridgeninja]

... You got marked?

[wolvering]

Yes, curse them all to the worst of Gifnu's hells.

[The hot edge of anger is gone, replaced by sullen resignation. She's not happy, but she can't undo it either.]