( She yields her hand with a flourish, landing it soft in Wrath's grasp: beneath thin, pale skin, her pulse languishes, but carries. Past that, her body and her being, the essence of her spirit, appear as if they are unpeeling from each other in a slow, incremental sequence.
She bides her time: )
I would not even know what to tell you. Before the latest spell of... inconvenience, I... experienced the same discomfort as all of you in the tower of Bessis. I have been taking wine and, fair, some of grandfather's opiates, but they are an old introduction to my diet. ( Unlikely, she seems to suggest, to have triggered a relapse. ) I have been receiving visits, but neither my lovers, my petitioners or my necromancers undertook rites. I accepted... a gift of flowers, one of furs, and... jewellery, I am ever sent gold.
( She waves towards the idle spread of her coffers, distantly available. )
Then, grandfather took ill, and, of course, I followed every healers' precaution before being deemed suitable to visit. And now, days after, my city burns, and my back with it. Perhaps the two are linked.
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She bides her time: )
I would not even know what to tell you. Before the latest spell of... inconvenience, I... experienced the same discomfort as all of you in the tower of Bessis. I have been taking wine and, fair, some of grandfather's opiates, but they are an old introduction to my diet. ( Unlikely, she seems to suggest, to have triggered a relapse. ) I have been receiving visits, but neither my lovers, my petitioners or my necromancers undertook rites. I accepted... a gift of flowers, one of furs, and... jewellery, I am ever sent gold.
( She waves towards the idle spread of her coffers, distantly available. )
Then, grandfather took ill, and, of course, I followed every healers' precaution before being deemed suitable to visit. And now, days after, my city burns, and my back with it. Perhaps the two are linked.