"Not bad, no." She's not ready to talk about her wound, not yet. There will be time enough for that explanation later. Maybe much later.
"The creature is dead. Dead, and burnt, it's ashes blessed. As blessed as we could make it, our priest died in the hunt. And too." Mara wishes she could erase the memory of the sight, it's far too like the ones she's been repressing from her childhood.
"Max," Mara leans back in the hug, her arms are still around him but now she can see his face. "When it's initial prey got away. The beast found, it found another prize. An easier catch before it went back to it's lair." She is dragging the words out, she really doesn't want to tell him. But then, he is an adult, a warrior and a magic user. He has every right to know, and though she would wish it otherwise, she feels she has a responsibility to be honest about it.
"A father and son, camping up on one of the hiking trails, about five miles from the cave at the edge of the brook. It." She scrunches her eyes closed and shakes her head. "We made it look like lightning strike had started a fire in their camp, set their tent ablaze. We could do no more for them."
"It's why it took so long, the beast was already full by the time we began the hunt. We had to resort to other measures to get it to come out of hiding."
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Date: 2015-03-01 11:16 am (UTC)"The creature is dead. Dead, and burnt, it's ashes blessed. As blessed as we could make it, our priest died in the hunt. And too." Mara wishes she could erase the memory of the sight, it's far too like the ones she's been repressing from her childhood.
"Max," Mara leans back in the hug, her arms are still around him but now she can see his face. "When it's initial prey got away. The beast found, it found another prize. An easier catch before it went back to it's lair." She is dragging the words out, she really doesn't want to tell him. But then, he is an adult, a warrior and a magic user. He has every right to know, and though she would wish it otherwise, she feels she has a responsibility to be honest about it.
"A father and son, camping up on one of the hiking trails, about five miles from the cave at the edge of the brook. It." She scrunches her eyes closed and shakes her head. "We made it look like lightning strike had started a fire in their camp, set their tent ablaze. We could do no more for them."
"It's why it took so long, the beast was already full by the time we began the hunt. We had to resort to other measures to get it to come out of hiding."