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Well, what do you know, here was one now.
It took only a few words for Nem to place to speaker, due in part to the vague familiarity of her voice, but mostly thanks to the mention of the grounding quip, which they remembered very clearly. Hardly seemed that long since she was getting all bent out of shape over a little bit of fiendfyre over on the stone bridge. Was that thing still standing? Possibly. It was always going to hold up longer than this one, at any rate, but that fire could be wicked destructive.
"I stayed on the grounds, though, is that likely to work in my favour?" Grounded. Ha. Seemed like a bad time to point out that Nem had also never been particularly fond of doing what they were told. The Krafft woman had tried it, and... yes. Bad time. "You should know, a few came off this bridge too. This one woman, Truebridge... she fell, and I... the bridge was falling and..." Nem stopped, let the tired hesitation hang in the air, shook their head. The image of Lucien Rosier swam in their mind, and they impatiently shooed it away, continuing in a flat, exhausted voice. "Let's get this over with." Anecdotes later. Or statements. Matter of perspective, really.
With some difficulty - they weren't sure they'd ever felt this worn down, this physically weak in their whole life, but it was a feeling of sorts, and one they held on to - they used the railing to pull themselves to their feet and stay upright, and stood facing the blonde woman. Now they were looking right at her, in the early morning light of a calm and quiet day, Nem thought she looked kind of familiar, but lacked the energy to try and figure out why. "Xander Upstead, that's my name." Legally, or whatever. For the paperwork. "Everyone calls me Nem." |