Nova Peak [nd] while you damn the dead i'm trying to survive

thinking this woman was cut of a similar cloth as sialuk, sobeille expected bones. maybe a stone of unique origin.

certainly not the putrid head of a cat. her gaze traveled towards the skull's face; the herbs packed into each socket was pleasing in a way that bordered obscene.

the smell did not move her, but the sight kindled a flame sobeille did her best to keep hidden.

not like sialuk, den she thought wryly as she glanced at the stooped figure, as if she were now seeing her for the first time. this one reminded her of a more savage kind of witch -- like the one that stole her tooth.

i 'ave. sobeille unwound herself carefully, knowing now if this one was anything like the crone, it was best not to cross her. the amused smile that hung across the seer's face was dangerous; this thrilled sobeille.

we 'ave de sea. thinking back on the skull hung around the crone's neck, sobeille spoke once more. what will you do wit' dat t'ing?