I mean a mummified dragon ate a hole through me and I proper died. [ she's defensive because, well, she's talking about dying and it's just habit to be defensive. fiddling with the ring on her middle finger, she pulls if off and there's a sudden change in her appearence: already pale skin turning ashen and ghostly, stark against her vibrant hair. and her eyes, the brilliant green disappears, leaving only chalky white behind and the pinprick of blank pupils. ] I'm dead.
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