10/10/2026, 7:57 PM
She scoffed. Jaskier still had hope. She kept none for herself.
Lips curled into a snarl, she shook her head,
She pushed open the door to see Toad already sat up straight in the bed, butterfly ears perked high with a curious hope.
Trainin'. Huntin'. We tracked 'em till they vanished int'thin air, near enough. Was a sneaky Amádan, but not that sneaky.
Lips curled into a snarl, she shook her head,
Do-gooders, feh. Like that rat-bastard Lancaster? No sech fuckin' thing. Only delusionals or sneaks wrappin' vice in a few more layers.Nate Ronan's face flashed across her mind briefly, the man she'd killed who saved her life, and then vanished like a fairytale himself. She brushed it aside.
Kids'll be glad t'see ye.Lyra diverted instead, motioning for him to follow her up to the sickbed.
She pushed open the door to see Toad already sat up straight in the bed, butterfly ears perked high with a curious hope.
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3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.
