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Games.
Beloved was adept at them, but not such as these; quirking a brow at the summons and subsequent request of Wessex, the giggling one does as she is told, for now. Returning, babbling with laughter as always, hopefully with the General in tow, the malevolent maiden takes her place towards the hinds of her fellow corporal, who gestures to the ground, where lines have been gouged. So, there Beloved’s eyes meander, and fall upon these marks.
Angling towards this third line, then, the mare stands where she believes to be a proper location. By the time the Corporal calls out into the vale that the games have started, the pale witch is quite prepared for whatever will come, having not been told the details of the planned event (probably all for the good, or she’d not be here). Her sculpted head tilts on a graceful neck, and her quivering eyes slip across each face that pulls away from the gathering throngs about the lakeshore as it arrives. Otherwise, however, she is silent and still, even her giggles more sparing than usual, some sense of foreboding building within her breast the longer she waits…
[ OOC: Yay everyone let's throw things at her face! :D ]
Beloved was adept at them, but not such as these; quirking a brow at the summons and subsequent request of Wessex, the giggling one does as she is told, for now. Returning, babbling with laughter as always, hopefully with the General in tow, the malevolent maiden takes her place towards the hinds of her fellow corporal, who gestures to the ground, where lines have been gouged. So, there Beloved’s eyes meander, and fall upon these marks.
Angling towards this third line, then, the mare stands where she believes to be a proper location. By the time the Corporal calls out into the vale that the games have started, the pale witch is quite prepared for whatever will come, having not been told the details of the planned event (probably all for the good, or she’d not be here). Her sculpted head tilts on a graceful neck, and her quivering eyes slip across each face that pulls away from the gathering throngs about the lakeshore as it arrives. Otherwise, however, she is silent and still, even her giggles more sparing than usual, some sense of foreboding building within her breast the longer she waits…
[ OOC: Yay everyone let's throw things at her face! :D ]
you've lost your demon.
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
