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She had been told she could walk the grounds, and only the grounds. Back to her cell before dark. She took the instruction with the... -
Venla Thiel replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.The patterns didn't stay still. Her vision seemed to tunnel. That was the thing she noticed, staring at Bebin's false leg through the...
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Venla Thiel replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.The moment her boots left the threshold of the cell, she felt it. Her pulse kicked hard and fast, suddenly loud in her own ears, and...
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Venla Thiel replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.She barely had time to feel the door yield under her hands before there was a body in front of her, blonde braid and a hesitant smile, a...
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Venla Thiel replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.The letter shook in her hands as she read it. Magnar's blunt, familiar scrawl, I'm coming to Astenvale, sister, and you're going to tell...
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Venla Thiel replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.Your family's involved now. No. That rose up fast and certain, cutting clean through the fog she'd been sitting in. "They're not," she...
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'Sure you can,' replied Willard, hand returning to its natural place at his side, fingers curling inwards slightly, missing the touch of...
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Venla Thiel replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.Your mother, turned into a living effigy... "Don't," she said and it came out rougher than she meant. She pressed the heel of her hand...
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Venla Thiel replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.'You can come and go as is your wont, on the condition that you don't attempt to leave the monastery grounds, and that you return to...
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Venla Thiel replied to the thread Private The Boar King.“Tender?” A little color found her cheeks. “No,” she said, perhaps a little too quickly. “Nothing tender. Just ribs, apparently.”...
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Venla Thiel replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.She hadn't thought about kissing him. Hadn't thought about anything like that, not once, not in these days of this cell and all the...
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It was a difficult thing, walking when your feet felt like they were made of lead. The heart beating in Syr Willard's chest weighed...
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Willard forced a smile, hurt. 'You sound disappointed,' he said, her hand slipping from his, the pain he saw in her eyes reflected in...
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Venla Thiel replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud."No" It came out too fast, too sharp with her own guilt. She heard how sharp she'd sounded a second ago, and something in her almost...
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Venla Thiel replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.Course it's him. She felt the hand on her shoulder and didn't have it in her to keep pretending sleep. So she just turned over, plain...
