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[color=778899]“A pleasure meeting you then, Hunter Rina,”[/color] Amaryllis said, bowing slightly, [color=778899]“May our partnership be fruitful, however fleeting it may be. As for that unholy maiden, however…”[/color]

She closed her eyes, breathing deeply before extending one hand. This wasn’t magic, nor was this any skill that the knight herself possessed. No, it was simply the same painful communion with her Patron, whose alien senses remained unimpeded by whatever shadows the magecraft of maidens called forth. A soft exhale, a mental question towards her unsated sword, and…there it was. The spark of spiralling pain, digging deep into her palms and then clawing outwards to her extremities, an agonizing finger pointed out in the direction of her mark.

…but fuck, that always hurt way too much. Was the Sword being extra mad today, having only slain the meatless and transient?

Opening her eyes once more with the faintest grimace in her expression, Amaryllis rubbed the back of her hand softly, as if caresses could remove phantom pain, before nodding in the general direction that the Sword had directed her.

[color=778899]“The direction has been set, Rina. As far as landmarks are concerned, there [i]is[/i] an abandoned school along that way, but to be blind to other avenues is the folly of an inexperienced tracker. You’ve no other commitments this day, yes?”[/color]

A pause. Shit, she wasn’t going to make it to class, huh.

[color=778899]“If so, let’s be off. My work here is done.”[/color]
[@Rune_Alchemist]