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Hailing from the deep woods of the world, the girl was not accustomed to sights like the one that was spread out before her now. The light of the waning moon cast long shadows, what might glitter in the sunlight merely gave off a dull shine like quartz in the moonlight. The whole place felt heavy, and she moderated her breath to avoid drawing the attention of any spirits that must inevitably dwell here. You couldn’t have soil with such a heavy copper tang without a lot of blood having been spilled here at some point.

Tilly never stopped to consider the way her ice-touched coat would look in the moonlight, her thin, wraith-like form passing silently through the former battlefield, the very image of a vengeful spirit herself. The Archer decided she needed a better vantage point, and climbed one of the metal hullking vehicles that lay abandoned like some great beetles discarded shell. Her nails tapped against the metal with a ting, her body freezing as her own ears swivelling at the strangeness of it all. When the sound was met with no groan or growl, she continued her ascent.

On top of her new perch, she bought herself to a seat, orange eyes washed out to something less in the moonlight turned toward the stars. Sedna’s scent had given her the direction initially, but now that she was here, her inclination to follow her wayward little sister had dissipated along with the roundness of the moon. It was almost a time for the night to be bathed in darkness, a time for new beginnings, when the moon would be born new again. It was a good omen.

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