[Sabriel steps into view, eerily pale and dressed in sword and mail, bell-bandolier buckled on above her blue surcoat.]
I'm not hiding.
[Sabriel's half of the simulation is strange- endless ankle deep water, a horizon that goes on forever... and stars. Countless stars, some so densely packed that they seem like a luminous cloud.
And while Sabriel doesn't draw her sword, or reach for the bells, she's clearly on guard, her fingers twitching, her stance shifting and widening as she eyes the corpses. There's a glimmer on her forehead, hidden behind her hair, and the air around her shimmers as she reaches into the Charter, grasping for marks of shielding.]
So unless you think there's something dangerous about, please, put the gun away.
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I'm not hiding.
[Sabriel's half of the simulation is strange- endless ankle deep water, a horizon that goes on forever... and stars. Countless stars, some so densely packed that they seem like a luminous cloud.
And while Sabriel doesn't draw her sword, or reach for the bells, she's clearly on guard, her fingers twitching, her stance shifting and widening as she eyes the corpses. There's a glimmer on her forehead, hidden behind her hair, and the air around her shimmers as she reaches into the Charter, grasping for marks of shielding.]
So unless you think there's something dangerous about, please, put the gun away.