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[From here.]
She walks, with halting movement, into the bar through the lake door. Deep crimson marks her white cloak along her left hip and side, and scorch-marks are visible along the hem. Her left hand is hidden in its folds, and her right hand is pressed tightly to her ribcage, covering a slowly spreading bloodstain.
Despite all this, the White Rider does not look particularly displeased-- until she spies Merriman, who jerks to a halt at her entrance. Her ice-blue gaze as she looks at him is cold and arrogant, and then she turns away without a word.
Limping slightly, she starts for the stairs.
[OOC: Warning for violence in this post too, now.]
She walks, with halting movement, into the bar through the lake door. Deep crimson marks her white cloak along her left hip and side, and scorch-marks are visible along the hem. Her left hand is hidden in its folds, and her right hand is pressed tightly to her ribcage, covering a slowly spreading bloodstain.
Despite all this, the White Rider does not look particularly displeased-- until she spies Merriman, who jerks to a halt at her entrance. Her ice-blue gaze as she looks at him is cold and arrogant, and then she turns away without a word.
Limping slightly, she starts for the stairs.
[OOC: Warning for violence in this post too, now.]