Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-26807691-20150825055854

Nys looked up from Emma's body, which it seemed she had been staring at for the past five minutes. "The grimoire? Give it he-"

The barrier broke into pieces so small they seemed to be nonexistant, and there was the witch. Not breathing was a skill Nys prided herself on, and it seemed especially useful with a damn sword to her neck.

"Alliances?" The trail of warm blood disappeared beneath the shirt already stained. "I, uh, I don't..."

From behind Hemera, the patchwork girl found herself wondering if she could read the ancient spellbook...