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[hor]

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I am stuck in my inn room by this white plague.
My own jewelry is so cold it burns my skin.
Attempted to build a fire, but the circle box on the ceiling began to screech deafeningly.

Someone give me a proper burial when this is over.

Comments

[writtendestiny]

Sounds like you're just going to have to stay alive then doesn't it?

[hor]

Truly ruthless, Poison. I suppose you're right.
Set and Walter are coming for me, I'm sure one of them will dig me out.

[writtendestiny]

There, so you're not going to die after all. Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic?

[hor]

I was, before I was to be rescued! It seems it was the exact right amount of drama.

[writtendestiny]

So you were just being dramatic so someone would come to save you?

[hor]

No, I was being dramatic because I was dying. The fact that two people have come to save me shows how blessed I am to have wonderful friends.

[writtendestiny]

You had an awful lot of energy for someone who was dying.

[Given her own experience with death she might be finding some grim amusement in it.]

[hor]

The real problem will be if I lose my talkative spirit.

[writtendestiny]

If that happened then I would definitely be concerned.