Sep 3, 2014
protectoroftheschism started following you
Ivar thought the moors had been oddly quiet. He had imagined that perhaps a stray bugbear got too close to a monster nest, or perhaps there was a travelling company of humans large enough to frighten them - but no, this was a silence he should have known far better than that. That was a silence he'd grown up learning to hear, even if there was certainly something different about it.
What would she be doing out here?
It's too late to run. She sees him and his entire body locks up in terror. It's a mad scramble to bow, he's shaking so hard he can't speak.
"... L-Lady Musee..."