that's all there is
The things she’d done for Carnage are ultimately the stuff that make up her dark twisty nightmares. It had seemed like such a grand adventure, questing for a demi-god, and even getting sick hadn’t phased her much. Granted, she’d been quite delirious for a while, and as such perhaps hadn’t been thinking quite clearly. She is rarely delirious now, her symptoms starting to fade (mostly now she’s tired, and sometimes coughs, and has a little fever with chills), but she wonders for a moment if she is, when she spots Shiya amongst the grasses and the flowers.
Noah doesn’t know the dark colored mare’s name, but she recognizes her from the glimpses she had gotten of the other seekers. More often, she’s seen the mare’s face in some mutated fashion staring a killers or victims in dreams that feel disturbingly like the death of her father, but she can still recognize the source material when she studies it hard enough. Curious, the winged roan girl approaches the mare, leaving a trail of blooming new flowers in her wake because she just can’t help herself. It’s a spot of brightness in her terrible grief.
Just like talking to strangers is a distraction from thinking about Rhonen. Wondering if her father would still be alive if she had never gone on the god-mage’s strange quest. “Hello,” she calls out in her sweet, yet somehow distant voice. A voice that sounds like it might be more in place on a ghost than a girl. “I’m Noah. I’m glad you’ve found a safe place.” She pauses and realizes that isn’t quite what she intended to say. “For the babe’s sake, of course, since we can’t get the disease. Congratulations, by the way, I’m sure it’s so exciting to be expecting!”
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