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From Meghan Plunderette:
Feet squished into the sand, as she paced for several moments longer. A glint of light. Pause, movements not curious so much as ...cautionary. She felt her breath catch in her throat as the seconds seemed to feel like hours. Brown-amber eyes focusing throught the darkness on...what is it?
Tension, slamming through her body as she took on step towards where the glint of steel that had caught the firelight for . . . just a moment. Eyes continued to search, seeking . . . seeking what? Was she here? Or had her Lord somehow heard about this and sent someone to thwart her plans? What of the children? A thousand questions without answers went screaming through her mind as her own fingers went groping for a small, unimpressive dagger. More suited for cutting meat than . . . well cutting anyone or using to defend oneself. Another step, and then another.
"Hello? Whose there?"
Slow your breathing Meg . . . slow it down. This isn't the end of things . . . just the beginning of new arrangements. He couldn't have found out. There's no way.
She stopped her footfalls all the while muttering . . . "Probably one of those darn crabs again." a sigh . . . she hadn't stopped to think that the roasting corpses would bring the fellows still living nearer . . . should have thought that one through a little more, eh?
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