𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦
- Akrylli of Bantrear
The white haired girl appeared suddenly, first in her visions then physically at the side of Geralt. It hit Kryl without warning, and her hand was the one that pulled her back up.
Sadl...
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The only things Kryl could hear was Elsie's heavy breathing, the fluttering wings of the crows, their squawks, the sound of iron blades against solid wood.
And then Elsie again — when the woman decided to interrupt the quiet, "what was that thing?" She asked quietly.
"A Leshy." Kryl answered without facing her.
"What's a Leshy?"
"That thing you just saw."
"Oh haha," Elsie spat back sarcastically, "why was it in the keep?"
Kryl ignored her this time, letting a thin breath pass through her parted lips and instead switching her sword between her hands and trying to listen for any other sign of movement in the Keep.
"Hey-" Elsie said loudly, stepping forwards so she was at Kryl's side and promptly going to hit Kryl's arm — but her wrist was once again trapped in Kryl's grip before it even touched the younger girls arm.
Elsie whimpered quietly beneath her, gaping up at Kryl, the will to rip her chest open again very ready on her tongue as Kryl slowly turned to face her again.
It was only now, when they were standing with barely any space between them, that Kryl realised just how much she towered over the woman.
"I'm trying to figure out if your friends and mine are still alive, Elsie — please stop talking." Kryl spat at her, speaking through gritted teeth and quickly letting go of Elsie's hand again, not wanting to hear the woman's mind for a second time.
"I only asked a question." She mumbled.
Kryl sighed, looking away from Elsie now, taking a few steps back in the direction they'd come from, her back to Elsie, who scoffed loudly, rubbing her now reddened wrist.
"I know this is all very scary for you," Kryl turned around to face Elsie again, "but when someone runs straight into the line of fire to rescue your ass," she stepped closer as she spoke, and Elsie naturally backed up, glancing down quickly at Kryl's sword, which had Kryl's white knuckles tightly around the hilt of it, "you don't scream in their face," Kryl suddenly gripped Elsie roughly by her throat to stop the woman from moving away from her. Kryl's fingers were digging into her soft skin tightly as she leaned over Elsie, "and you do as they say, when they say it."
There were no thoughts in Elsie's mind as she stared up at Kryl — or at least none that Kryl wanted to actually process.
