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It is a very nervous woman that slips down into bar from the security office. She dares not lift her face for the shame of her actions, nor can even the brightness of her needlework lighten her mood. It matters not that others had fallen to such a dark curse, it is not an excuse, nor is it forgivable.
And so Khemrys drifted like a ghost past tables, basket of threads and needles over one arm, a thick blanket over another. A lady did not allow her apprehension to show, nor glance over her shoulder at shadows no matter how that spot on her back may itch from imagined eyes.
A lady walks calmly to her room and sets her things in order, no matter that the room in question belongs to another named Elizabeth. A lady goes back down to walk to the outside door...and in the shadows of the trees, ignoring the snow and what it does to her skirt and boots...
She shifts, leaving her clothing neatly folded...
...and bolts into the night.
And so Khemrys drifted like a ghost past tables, basket of threads and needles over one arm, a thick blanket over another. A lady did not allow her apprehension to show, nor glance over her shoulder at shadows no matter how that spot on her back may itch from imagined eyes.
A lady walks calmly to her room and sets her things in order, no matter that the room in question belongs to another named Elizabeth. A lady goes back down to walk to the outside door...and in the shadows of the trees, ignoring the snow and what it does to her skirt and boots...
She shifts, leaving her clothing neatly folded...
...and bolts into the night.