Skeletons, Keys, and Closets

*Gossamir* · 03-09-2014, 05:52 PM

Gossamir froze as the voice slithered into her head. Emerald eyes were staring back at her and the familiar husky voice of her governess set her limbs to shaking. How the hell had D?gmar gotten out of Rhesia? She didn't know really what to say and slowly, very slowly she started to back out of the cave. Even as the wind picked up. Even as the hail fell. She would rather face the storm than the former governess that might send her right back to her adoptive mother and a role she had fled to Alacritis to escape. Unable to contain her anxiety the young femme turned to flee. Her small frame flung itself toward the cave opening, muscles pumping hard. She would not go back she WOULD NOT!

Sharpening my words...

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