That does make sense, yes. [She nods along, casting a curious glance at the girl. Unwitting of the rust blooming at her middle, where the briars emerge from her dress and wind jealously around her waist.] I can assume that was someone grabbing you in a fall, or a fight, or...?
...I'm not quite certain. I've been in a lot of fights. It could have been a fight, or... perhaps when I fell over the side of a lighthouse but grabbed onto the edge.
[who's to say?
her gaze flicks briefly to the rust forming on rosamund, and she clears her throat.]
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[who's to say?
her gaze flicks briefly to the rust forming on rosamund, and she clears her throat.]
...did you want to find a cloak too, or...
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How do you mean? [She looks down and finally notices her own.]
What? Oh, no, no no no! [Rosamund whips around, looking for anything to wrap around her middle.] As if it didn't look ghastly enough!
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[nyooms]
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[Off they zoom]
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