Rosamund listens, rapt as she would be with any of Timothy's stories. There's the outsized tragedy. The divine intervention. The twisting of it, curdling the magic that was meant to help. Wrath that spreads like wildfire and consumes all it touches.]
...How so? [She cants her head, curious.] Did she stop her rampage for a time?
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Rosamund listens, rapt as she would be with any of Timothy's stories. There's the outsized tragedy. The divine intervention. The twisting of it, curdling the magic that was meant to help. Wrath that spreads like wildfire and consumes all it touches.]
...How so? [She cants her head, curious.] Did she stop her rampage for a time?
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