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welcome.
Merwen walks into town, lantern in one hand, and a foraged granola bar in the other. Somewhere along the way she found a large floral scarf and tied it into a makeshift bag that hangs from her shoulder, and the weight of something approximately the shape and size of a tablet hangs in it. She is naked, hairless, purple, and her hands and feet are both unusually long and webbed.
Learning that you're dead is a lot to take in, and of course this land of the dead is a sea-less stony world. Of course it is. And it doesn't help that the only being she's so far encountered was the six-armed creature that offered her pie. A person, it was definitely a person, but so far from human she doesn't really know how to quantify it.
Once in town, though, if she can lay eyes on any soul who is more recognisably human (or at least has the right number of limbs, no matter if they're different from herself), she will approach them, confused but friendly enough.
"Share with me. Have you been here long?"
hide and seek.
It's more the giggling of the spirits that she follows, because there's something childlike about them, and that appeals to her. At present, there's little she wants to find, but her curiosity has her following the sounds of amused spirits around town as she explores Beacon.
And she's very likely to stumble upon someone who is actually looking for something concrete. And yes, she's still naked.
"Forgive me. Have these children given you something?"
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welcome.
Merwen walks into town, lantern in one hand, and a foraged granola bar in the other. Somewhere along the way she found a large floral scarf and tied it into a makeshift bag that hangs from her shoulder, and the weight of something approximately the shape and size of a tablet hangs in it. She is naked, hairless, purple, and her hands and feet are both unusually long and webbed.
Learning that you're dead is a lot to take in, and of course this land of the dead is a sea-less stony world. Of course it is. And it doesn't help that the only being she's so far encountered was the six-armed creature that offered her pie. A person, it was definitely a person, but so far from human she doesn't really know how to quantify it.
Once in town, though, if she can lay eyes on any soul who is more recognisably human (or at least has the right number of limbs, no matter if they're different from herself), she will approach them, confused but friendly enough.
"Share with me. Have you been here long?"
hide and seek.
It's more the giggling of the spirits that she follows, because there's something childlike about them, and that appeals to her. At present, there's little she wants to find, but her curiosity has her following the sounds of amused spirits around town as she explores Beacon.
And she's very likely to stumble upon someone who is actually looking for something concrete. And yes, she's still naked.
"Forgive me. Have these children given you something?"