⟪ something of her demeanour seems to change. for a moment, she seems wrought with exhaustion, the steady, red pulse of the ruby at her throat falters, picks up again. red eyes search the fire, and find the comfort of them, but her god has no message for her, no truth nor denial.
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⟪ something of her demeanour seems to change. for a moment, she seems wrought with exhaustion, the steady, red pulse of the ruby at her throat falters, picks up again. red eyes search the fire, and find the comfort of them, but her god has no message for her, no truth nor denial.
the moment passes. ⟫
How long do you believe I have thought this war?