YOU SHALL DRIP RUBIES {[COVARI]}

She would arrive late, on purpose. Blood would seep from open would but the massive beast paid it no mind. She wore the wounds with pride. She had deserved them, asked for them even. She had wanted him to flay her alive and he had done just that. She would move slowly towards the group, catching the tail end of a spat it seemed. Was her sister involved in this? Skull would lift slowly, pausing in her step as she strained to listen to the tail ends of the conversation but all she heard was the end. So she would slip closer, moving towards the back of the crowd before the massive woman would seat herself to listen. What had she missed? Much? Did she really care? No? Not really. Without Newt what was there to care about?

Speech!