Mari couldn’t stop the roll of her eyes. Dead farm animals, dead farmers. Blame the wild witch of Rivain? Right? The easy target. The easy scapegoat. Mari wasn’t stupid enough to leave victims behind. Blood magic was as easy to wield with the life that ran through her own veins as it was with someone else’s. More preferable really as she knew how her blood ran and what it could do.
And not that this woman would know but Mari was more a healer than anything. When you worked with blood you could feel corruption in it, know how it moved through the body, know how to clot it. That mixed with the healing her mother had taught her Mari was quite good at stitching people back together.
She was also good at leaving anyone who dared get in her way a bloodless husk, but that wasn’t what they were talking about here.
She stretched her fingers a bit and gasped in pain as her wrist seized in the cuff, causing her to curs in her native tongue and draw the offending limb towards her chest.
And not that this woman would know but Mari was more a healer than anything. When you worked with blood you could feel corruption in it, know how it moved through the body, know how to clot it. That mixed with the healing her mother had taught her Mari was quite good at stitching people back together.
She was also good at leaving anyone who dared get in her way a bloodless husk, but that wasn’t what they were talking about here.
Plenty of animals and creatures out there that can leave something bloodless, Templar. Plenty of power-hungry people who would do things they otherwise wouldn’t have when they know there is a scapegoat to take the blame. You’ve built a problem of your own making by looking under the wrong bed for the monster. I want nothing but to go home. Would I have returned so easily to my bed if I managed to leave this place?
She stretched her fingers a bit and gasped in pain as her wrist seized in the cuff, causing her to curs in her native tongue and draw the offending limb towards her chest.
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