Thunder Dome but my mother lingered for weeks after a fat guard broke her jaw

@Star & @Maud

Perhaps prey might be found within Cantatis;
and perhaps Undómiel only wished for company not her own.

The seeds had been planted within her lungs when she had looked upon the very world; and breathes in what green the lichens within the dome have to offer to the whimsical remnants of a decayed woman. She has met the skullgrin, here; has brought the unburnt, once upon a day. Now with her she had drawn the marked matron the into these depths; yet did not delve herself into all that had been wrought three eves past. Would that she wish to cast off now the veil so donned when she had risen from those waters—
do not think of it must not think of it
—but Andraste does not speak in the midst of companionable quiet, and only presses the pink of her nose that much more questingly about mossen stone of the flooring.