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

twice the priestess’ throat moved in laughter, but only the second time did sobeille hear the dry chuckle escape between teeth yellowed by hard use.

unresponsive to the joke, sobeille’s gaze probed more at the head. what did she do with the eyes? was the tongue still there? did what remained of the brain make noise as the skull was swung around?

she spoke a lot, this woman with the ophidian stare. sobeille didn’t mind it much, because the topics were interesting. even the seer’s view of the callousness of gods intrigued sobeille; she might not believe in their provenance, but she knew blood was a powerful totem.

a waft of rot fanned out into the bitter cold. ’ow does it protect? what ot’er t’ings you be doin’ to keep in good favor wit’ gods?