No, [she is not dizzy, and,] no, [she cannot stand up, and to demonstrate this second point and perhaps accidentally disproving the first, Fivera lays back on the ground. The effect is rather like a puppet collapsing after having its strings cut.
On her back, Fivera stares up at the sky in quiet funerary contemplation.]
You can sell my cloak. I do not think it will bring as good a price as Evelyn's coat. Even with bat shit on the coat.
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On her back, Fivera stares up at the sky in quiet funerary contemplation.]
You can sell my cloak. I do not think it will bring as good a price as Evelyn's coat. Even with bat shit on the coat.
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I think you're underestimating the bat shit. And it's a perfectly nice cloak.
[ She pauses, biting the end of her pencil thoughtfully as she considers her friend on the ground. ]
Do you think you might haunt the cloak, if you die in it? That could have a definite effect on the price.