.... [ Mona wont reject, she sits still though adjusting herself so that she is settled upon her knees. Hands promptly placed along her lap, staring at the boy who fumbled to heal some of her injuries. There was a deep thought that formed within her brain, she did not like it. What it mean't to be him. Why?
Mona kept asking herself over and over again, the truth-seeker within her bothered by that fact alone. looking over the youthful folly of the boy before her. Who seemed undeterred and fuming with a sense of hope that was not taken from him.
She looks at him silently, as if waiting for something bad to happen. Even as she is now without her divination or magics of home, it was her sheer intuition. One gained from years of studying other people, and fate. That she could at least - FEEL when something bad would occur. Such was the case when Scaramouche tried to kill the Traveler, and all of them. As if fate would end in that moment, as if fate held a weight that she could feel or sense.
After a moment of waiting, she speaks.]
You need to hurry up, we shouldn't be on this side of the bridge.
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Mona kept asking herself over and over again, the truth-seeker within her bothered by that fact alone. looking over the youthful folly of the boy before her. Who seemed undeterred and fuming with a sense of hope that was not taken from him.
She looks at him silently, as if waiting for something bad to happen. Even as she is now without her divination or magics of home, it was her sheer intuition. One gained from years of studying other people, and fate. That she could at least - FEEL when something bad would occur. Such was the case when Scaramouche tried to kill the Traveler, and all of them. As if fate would end in that moment, as if fate held a weight that she could feel or sense.
After a moment of waiting, she speaks.]
You need to hurry up, we shouldn't be on this side of the bridge.
[ Or something worse will happen. ]