“Force like being struck, the cold of ice water as you break the surface in the fall.” She truly could not recall her reason for falling into the Fade. Blue-grey eyes blinked with curiousity at the other’s reactions.
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She hurried after him, eyebrows furrowed. “I remember... I was sitting with someone. A mercenary that knew my, uh family.” She mumbled awkwardly. “She was a friend of Damian, I think... Something happened to him.” She stated, her voice resonating in the quiet.
Nessa glanced at the spirit, searching for approval. Shoving a lock of fire-red hair behind a pointed ear, she sighed in exasperation. “What does that have to do with why I’m here?”
















