Opalites, as out of place in the phantom wood as the pallid face they resided in, squinted against the pressing darkness as shadows shifted and swam - birthing a woman opposite her, a darkling of the fen, of the very night mayhaps.
A soft gasp escaped her. "Oh! 'ello."
"Mi'lady, are ye alrigh'?" The botanist murmured quietly after a moment, concern evident on her soft features as her gaze landed upon the ruby strands glittering within her pelt like the eyes of so many dangerous creatures watching from the fringes.
She dared to take a step or two in the woman's direction. "Might I 'elp ye?"
"You see, I got a bullet for a tooth and
I'm gonna use it to shoot you."
I'm gonna use it to shoot you."
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