@Laevatxinn - Fortunately for herself, her greedy attachment extends to her vessel: It was hers, after all.
If it's Felix's.. then she must simply have it.
For: @Laevatxinn.
Far beyond the reaches of civilized society, in lands obscured to the Inquisitions small army of enslaved scryers, journeys a living remnant of a slain Overlord. In recent months she's been bombarded by waking visions, rendering it near impossible to -
@Laevatxinn - those coins proved useful in opening doors that would otherwise remain shut...
After a brief moment she'd deposit two coins into the ferryman's hand & climb into the boat; moreso than before her senses screamed at her in alarm, attempting to force her into retreating. -
@Laevatxinn - there, perhaps longer than it should have.
A musical hum of thought escapes, "I see a proving ground.. one which, by its very nature, weeds the weak from the strong - testing everything an individual is comprised of..."
@Laevatxinn - was difficult to draw thanks to the swampish landscape below. Boots clicked upon the balcony as the half-breed stepped forth, casting her scarlet gaze about the writhing masses atop the River Styx before looking off to the distant desert battlefield. Her focus would linger -
@Laevatxinn - one that she was winning for the time being.
"...I would be a fool not to presume you hold authority over that which I've seen," the half-breed remarks, flattening the right cuff of her Gothic finery as she spoke.
@Laevatxinn - reacting to the environment she plunged herself into. Faint flashes of heat against her skin, the barely audible wailing of tormented souls & the triumphant cries of beings that once were, or never had been mortal. It was a fight to remain grounded within her vessel as well, -
@Laevatxinn - So much wealth, reserved for what appeared to be one's chambers...
"I've only the one," she begins lowly, her voice reverberating throughout the nothingness around her.
Many would view this as a wasted question, but it was the most important to one such as herself. -