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this takes place before the plague

Alabaster grinned triumphantly as they leaned over the beast, nudging it with her foot. Sure, the lack of a nova tree was sort of morbid and all, but they killed it, and she had helped do that, something which she found immense satisfaction in. They'd protected the town from the monster, and it wasn't coming back!

She hadn't forgotten her promise to Amazon, and crouched beside the beast as Adalaide ran off, probably to help with some of the wounded, as earth magic tended to be her specialty. She hacked at it with her sword as discreetly as she could, while Quicksilver (the name she'd taken to calling the gro she fought with, since they didn't really have time for introductions) stood behind her, still and quiet. She was too caught up in the wave of euphoria over watching the beast fall to realize the grim feeling that had settled over her companion.

After a moment, she stopped sawing with her blade, casting it aside in favor of delicately extracting the teeth she'd loosened. She decided to take a couple for herself, to perhaps craft a dagger and some jewelry or something of the sort. She smirked in satisfaction as she pried them free, and finally turned around to see what her silent acquaintance was up to.

"So, hey, Quicksilver, you maybe wanna -"

The words died in her throat as it closed. The silvery wyngro was gone, only still air in her place. Disappointment settled heavy in Alabaster's belly, suddenly feeling unwell for the first time since the fight had ended. "Oh," she said softly to the atmosphere. "... Quicksilver?" As if the name she'd given the swift gro would summon her back.

She was left alone on the cobbles until Adalaide returned, pushing at her leg with a soft, tired, "Kwa?"

"Let's... find some sap, Adalaide," Alabaster said, heaving a huge sigh as she lurched to her feet. "My throat's dry, I could use a drink. The Rest is wrecked, but I'm sure there's at least one sappery that's open after all this."

Adalaide didn't utter another coo, instead opting to hop up on Alabaster's shoulders and curl up around them, giving something of a sigh herself. With that, Alabaster got to her feet and began to shuffle down a street towards another bar she frequented away from town center, completely forgetting about the teeth on the ground behind her.

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bella had some urgent stuff to take care of after the fight, but alabaster was expecting to at least find out her real name, even if she didn't want to hang out with alabaster afterwards.

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this takes place before the plague

Alabaster grinned triumphantly as they leaned over the beast, nudging it with her foot. Sure, the lack of a nova tree was sort of morbid and all, but they killed it, and she had helped do that, something which she found immense satisfaction in. They'd protected the town from the monster, and it wasn't coming back!

She hadn't forgotten her promise to Amazon, and crouched beside the beast as Adalaide ran off, probably to help with some of the wounded, as earth magic tended to be her specialty. She hacked at it with her sword as discreetly as she could, while Quicksilver (the name she'd taken to calling the gro she fought with, since they didn't really have time for introductions) stood behind her, still and quiet. She was too caught up in the wave of euphoria over watching the beast fall to realize the grim feeling that had settled over her companion.

After a moment, she stopped sawing with her blade, casting it aside in favor of delicately extracting the teeth she'd loosened. She decided to take a couple for herself, to perhaps craft a dagger and some jewelry or something of the sort. She smirked in satisfaction as she pried them free, and finally turned around to see what her silent acquaintance was up to.

"So, hey, Quicksilver, you maybe wanna -"

The words died in her throat as it closed. The silvery wyngro was gone, only still air in her place. Disappointment settled heavy in Alabaster's belly, suddenly feeling unwell for the first time since the fight had ended. "Oh," she said softly to the atmosphere. "... Quicksilver?" As if the name she'd given the swift gro would summon her back.

She was left alone on the cobbles until Adalaide returned, pushing at her leg with a soft, tired, "Kwa?"

"Let's... find some sap, Adalaide," Alabaster said, heaving a huge sigh as she lurched to her feet. "My throat's dry, I could use a drink. The Rest is wrecked, but I'm sure there's at least one sappery that's open after all this."

Adalaide didn't utter another coo, instead opting to hop up on Alabaster's shoulders and curl up around them, giving something of a sigh herself. With that, Alabaster got to her feet and began to shuffle down a street towards another bar she frequented away from town center, completely forgetting about the teeth on the ground behind her.

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bella had some urgent stuff to take care of after the fight, but alabaster was expecting to at least find out her real name, even if she didn't want to hang out with alabaster afterwards.

5 / 1707
art and alabaster
bella
species