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Peanut Butter - Light
Main entry
Timeframe : 1250's
“So, this is where you lived?” says Lyssa, and she’s a bit taken aback when her voice reverberates off the temple walls. “Before Ski came to whisk you off to this glamorous life of smiting corpses.”
“For a while, yes.” It may be a tour of his world, but she’s the one leading the way, while he quietly follows behind, looking as if he doesn’t wish to intrude.
“Feels like they’re staring at you.” The feeling hit her as soon as she walked through the doors and she just can’t shake it. Every statue in the ring seems pointed her way, no matter where she steps. “I mean, I always kind of feel like the altars are looking at me, but here… especially her.” She aims a finger at the mismatched altar to the rear. “How often do you even see a temple where Death stands with the rest? Like she thinks she belongs.”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1250's
“So, this is where you lived?” says Lyssa, and she’s a bit taken aback when her voice reverberates off the temple walls. “Before Ski came to whisk you off to this glamorous life of smiting corpses.”
“For a while, yes.” It may be a tour of his world, but she’s the one leading the way, while he quietly follows behind, looking as if he doesn’t wish to intrude.
“Feels like they’re staring at you.” The feeling hit her as soon as she walked through the doors and she just can’t shake it. Every statue in the ring seems pointed her way, no matter where she steps. “I mean, I always kind of feel like the altars are looking at me, but here… especially her.” She aims a finger at the mismatched altar to the rear. “How often do you even see a temple where Death stands with the rest? Like she thinks she belongs.”