The young woman sitting in the dirt nearby, with a neat black frock and her pale pink hair piled into a high ponytail, smiled politely-- if vacantly-- at the other woman nearby. The furnishings of death around them, from the headstones to the silent digger that stalked the quiet rows, didn't seem to do anything to dim the spring-like cheer that she carried herself with.
Felicia, instead, was more concerned about the scars and dirty rags that her new companion was clothed in. Instead of properly explaining herself, she instead pulled off the thin cloak she had found herself in.
"Here," she said, "Take it. The cold doesn't bother me."
a
The young woman sitting in the dirt nearby, with a neat black frock and her pale pink hair piled into a high ponytail, smiled politely-- if vacantly-- at the other woman nearby. The furnishings of death around them, from the headstones to the silent digger that stalked the quiet rows, didn't seem to do anything to dim the spring-like cheer that she carried herself with.
Felicia, instead, was more concerned about the scars and dirty rags that her new companion was clothed in. Instead of properly explaining herself, she instead pulled off the thin cloak she had found herself in.
"Here," she said, "Take it. The cold doesn't bother me."