Apr 26, 2011 20:51
Honoria feels nauseous as she walks toward the Crimson. She already has had difficult sleeping since she left the Comtessa with the Clay Man. But now, since Andrea has implied that the Comtessa might be dead...
After looking around and making sure that no one is around, Honoria is quietly sick in the alley, careful not to get any of it on herself. It's too much, she thinks. Not to say that everything she's done in the 'Neath is entirely innocent, but killing a person...? Even inadvertently? She feels responsible. The rostygold didn't help, not by a long shot.
A goldfish, Andrea said. A goldfish might make her feel better?
Honoria thought they were in love. She learned that it was possible for Clay Men to love. But it was dark in the cave, and she couldn't tell if it was fear or excitement in those green eyes. How could she know?
She retches again, but there's nothing left, and her stomach lurches painfully. Honoria turns away from the path to the Ring, towards the Bazaar instead. She isn't sure what to believe, but she'll try anything to stop this feeling, to keep the bile from rising her throat again.
andreacweaver,
goldfish,
clay men