( It is a strange, unfathomable thing, to walk the grounds in skins borrowed. At each step, Hatisse appears to try the body of Vannozza Spina as if she were fresh velvets, curling and twirling her fingers, rolling her ankles, her neck.
It is a flesh stiffness, which she appears to intend to wear down as she paces the forest grounds, feet bare. )
...that... I wonder. I suspect, but I wonder. Light me a fire, won't you, brother? Sister? Bring leaves.
( But she does not wait — blows in the spread of her palm, and flame answers her, at the tips of Vannozza's manicured fingers. )
When my sisters — we take the men, but we are, at heart, sisters — ready the grounds, it is often on commission. Although, some have dabbled in the trick of the transfer themselves. ( A moment, her eyes alight despite the dark. ) But we will have a trade. You want your answers, I want mine. If you are here, you've encountered Arha. You have left him. How was he, in his last?
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It is a flesh stiffness, which she appears to intend to wear down as she paces the forest grounds, feet bare. )
...that... I wonder. I suspect, but I wonder. Light me a fire, won't you, brother? Sister? Bring leaves.
( But she does not wait — blows in the spread of her palm, and flame answers her, at the tips of Vannozza's manicured fingers. )
When my sisters — we take the men, but we are, at heart, sisters — ready the grounds, it is often on commission. Although, some have dabbled in the trick of the transfer themselves. ( A moment, her eyes alight despite the dark. ) But we will have a trade. You want your answers, I want mine. If you are here, you've encountered Arha. You have left him. How was he, in his last?