Nightmares Take Us All

To be fair, it's not my fault places are as flammable as they are, I thought we had covered this already, the teasing felt better, between them. Less like she was going to have to fall off the face of the world in embarrassment and die a lonely horrible death for it. It was more like Marc let her feel like she could go back, and pretend to be twenty years younger than she was, feeling the first blushes of friendship and attraction that she'd been denied in her mage-hunter years. Had it not been for him, and the others, she wouldn't have had the chance to be experiencing any of that, now that she was older. It felt good to laugh, to know that there wasn't a dagger to the back following his words, that she could feel safe with him walking behind her along the paths. And then there was the town, and the thoughts that had been clouding her head were gone.

She took a few larger steps to catch up beside him, her nose curling some at the smell of damp earth, and somewhere else, fresh tilled and manured soil. They were getting ready to plant -- it was the wrong time of year for them to be planting, wasn't it? The cold season was about to start, so why would the air be heavy with dirt and shite smell? I'm already starting to hate this idea, and think we should return to the earlier idea of impromptu arson. She didn't confirm otherwise if she understood the plan. Worst case scenario she would freeze everyone in their path for as long as she could for Marc to get away. Then she could turn and run herself. It would take everything in her, like in the past, but she could do it. Looking to the watch tower, she passed a hand over her features, invoking a simple glamor that took some of the edge off her sharp cheek bones, that widened her jaw a little, set her eyes back some in her face.

She may not have been to this exact town in her past, but that didn't meant that there might not be someone there that was pissed off about something she had done in the past. It was just easier to make herself a bit less severe, less like herself, when heading into towns for the first time, until they got a good feel of the place. And it kept her off wanted posters in the future in case of impromptu arson. She'd have to teach the trick to Marc someday soon too. I don't like it at all. Something feels off to me. Why are they planting this time of year? Or is it.. graves? Could they be burying their dead? I didn't see any notice on the wall of any infections, and we've not seen any Darkspawn either.. She did not like it at all.

@Marcellus Fontana