Sieglinde knows there's something wrong from the moment Sebastian says it. She is still, and everything else is falling away. The cold of the snow, the fall of it arrested by the umbrella, the handkerchief in her hand, the bruises forming on her bony knees, the throb of her feet, the wet soaking into her hastily pulled on dress...
Lady Yima. The voice... the woman's voice that had been in her head before she was reborn? Shards? Like the emerald stone she had found embedded in the skin in the back of her hand?]
No, I...
[Her voice feels so small, and she can't even resent it for how little it makes her, when all her life she had been raised to be a lord, a leader, a witch-]
When they brought me here, I... I must have fainted, I haven't...
[She only remembered bits and pieces of what she'd been told at the tree, hazy, feverish recollections of words and people's faces.]
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Sieglinde knows there's something wrong from the moment Sebastian says it. She is still, and everything else is falling away. The cold of the snow, the fall of it arrested by the umbrella, the handkerchief in her hand, the bruises forming on her bony knees, the throb of her feet, the wet soaking into her hastily pulled on dress...
Lady Yima. The voice... the woman's voice that had been in her head before she was reborn? Shards? Like the emerald stone she had found embedded in the skin in the back of her hand?]
No, I...
[Her voice feels so small, and she can't even resent it for how little it makes her, when all her life she had been raised to be a lord, a leader, a witch-]
When they brought me here, I... I must have fainted, I haven't...
[She only remembered bits and pieces of what she'd been told at the tree, hazy, feverish recollections of words and people's faces.]
I can only save one person... ?