[ patrols are an easy, mindless part of her day, and a part she enjoys, because she can go alone, and vent her frustrations on the sin eaters. the night sky might have returned, and the lightwardens vanquished, but there are still many, many eaters out there, and so there are still those afflicted. in time their numbers will lessen as the remaining eaters are rooted out, but until then there are still those who will make the hard journey to amh araeng and the end of the world. there are still plenty of sin eaters thronging the area, where the touch of the light had been strongest.
until each and every last one of them is dead, and a way home is found, alisaie will linger here.
this is her last round of the night, and the dunes are quiet near until the end, the wind over the sands the only sound for malms, and the chill is beginning to set into her bones. alisaie is readying to turn back toward the inn when she spots it, the flash of white wings, and in a moment she is moving, rapier out, dashing across the sands and driving the tip of her blade into the back of the eater without another thought, and when it falls to her feet, its aether dispersing, it collapses into the sands at the foot of a small camp. for how she had tunnel visioned right in on the eater she had hardly noticed it.
a man is huddled there, and immediately alisaie turns her rapier upon him, too. what in the world is he doing out here, so far from mord souq, traveling alone in the night? gods, if she had not come along - ]
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until each and every last one of them is dead, and a way home is found, alisaie will linger here.
this is her last round of the night, and the dunes are quiet near until the end, the wind over the sands the only sound for malms, and the chill is beginning to set into her bones. alisaie is readying to turn back toward the inn when she spots it, the flash of white wings, and in a moment she is moving, rapier out, dashing across the sands and driving the tip of her blade into the back of the eater without another thought, and when it falls to her feet, its aether dispersing, it collapses into the sands at the foot of a small camp. for how she had tunnel visioned right in on the eater she had hardly noticed it.
a man is huddled there, and immediately alisaie turns her rapier upon him, too. what in the world is he doing out here, so far from mord souq, traveling alone in the night? gods, if she had not come along - ]
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