who stole your heart and the key?

[steelmyself]

In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.

You fall down.

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Re: THE THORNS

[steelmyself]

She tilts her head, then shakes it and gives a rather meaningful look to the trees--obviously, they're not normal plant life!

Re: THE THORNS

[unaffective]

Then it may be advisable to use more than what is available to you through that pitcher. Although you look to have very little blood to spare, and I'm the same...

[Well. If her magic works the rest is probably intact too. She could try it.

Tentatively, she moves to prick a fingertip on a thorn.]

Re: THE THORNS

[steelmyself]

The blood flows down the branches and seeps into the ground...

The tree recoils a little bit, but it seems to have some affection for her?

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[unaffective]

[Huh.

What does she have to lose? She takes her arm out of coat and presses the length of it against the thorns.]

Re: THE THORNS

[steelmyself]

The blonde woman holds up a hand in protest, although she says nothing.

But the tree draws back, giving her a small path through.

Re: THE THORNS

[unaffective]

[She winces, then begins to draw her arm back into the sleeve - it's already starting to bruise black and tarlike.

Before she turns onto the path, she looks at the woman.]

Is it that you're unable to speak, or would you rather not speak to me?

Re: THE THORNS

[steelmyself]

She points at her mouth, but does not open it. Her eyes are sad.

Re: THE THORNS

[unaffective]

I see. I'm sorry. Be well, Miss.

[It's a little sad she can't sit and chat with a pretty girl. Not that she would've known what to say, but that doesn't occur to her; she waves goodbye and continues on the path.]

Re: THE THORNS

[steelmyself]

The walls of the valley open up beyond the trees, leading you forward...