( so the necropolis isn't a common occurrence. ... thank goodness. she's not screaming or crying or flinching away from the corpses, but that doesn't mean it's a good thing. no, she's still keeping herself withdrawn, arms crossed as if it's not a shielded attempt at comforting herself.

not that she'll ever admit to it.)

Things are always like that when gods can get involved. Even the kindest will have horror stories about their wrath, you know.

( but warmer weather does sound nice. stupid lousy ice mountain. )

Call me Jinx, by the way. Since we're going to be working together and all.