Re: Antagonist’s Anarchy: Derived from Dianthus
Pausing and taking a half step back, Isokla paled. In fact, her already pale face drained entirely of blood, “What did you call me?” She asked in a half whisper, freezing in place. As Ydalon continued, she nodded absently, only half listening. “Yes, well, quite.” She agreed without really concentrating, “Is... is that a baggage train over there? On the road... I spy wagons... and smoke.”
The word “highness” lingered within her mind and her blue, blue eyes were distant, even as she pointed out the wagon train a few hundred yards yonder.
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