eyual .

           “       INQUISITOR  ,   a moment –        ”     words simmer in sincerity UNKNOWN, begotten of a woman draped in dirtied gauze and chalk.  Her nose CRINKLES, brows raising expectantly.  Her fingers GRAZES a phantoms whim against the other’s arm, the only sound the pattering of bare feet to still the other’s.      “   I must know,  do you have intentions with your dead    ?   Those of the People, I mean. There are appropriate rites for their burial and even those who would call themselves city-born and far from us.   ”   //   @skysaved 

&   she   is   stilled ,   a   macabre   chill   up   her   spine ,   centered   there   at   the   base   of   her   neck .   hesitancy   laces   it’s   way   through   her   voice ,   though   she   schools   her   features   to   present   no   trace   of   suspicion .   it   is   there ,   of   course ,   &   has   been   since   first   they   met .        ❛   intentions . . ?   i’ve   had   to   attend   the   funerals   of   my   clan - mates   before .   i   know   the   rites .   i   intend   to   do   much   the   same   with   the   People   here .   why   do   you   ask ,  eyual ?   ❜