[They pole carefully alongside the string of lanterns, surrounded only by the sounds of water gently lapping against their raft and distant wails of banshees. The weather is clammy, wet, hemmed-in by fog. Rinea shivers, but not from the chill: thoughts of the Fisher King being nearby are a little nerve-wracking.
She chews her lip, almost afraid to break the silence that settled in. The atmosphere around them is just so eerie!]
...So much strife has happened these past two months. It's frightening to think it might not be over, with the central individual out like this...
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[They pole carefully alongside the string of lanterns, surrounded only by the sounds of water gently lapping against their raft and distant wails of banshees. The weather is clammy, wet, hemmed-in by fog. Rinea shivers, but not from the chill: thoughts of the Fisher King being nearby are a little nerve-wracking.
She chews her lip, almost afraid to break the silence that settled in. The atmosphere around them is just so eerie!]
...So much strife has happened these past two months. It's frightening to think it might not be over, with the central individual out like this...