shri: (» my blood is a flood)
lakshmi· ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ · bai ([personal profile] shri) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar 2017-01-11 11:59 am (UTC)

[ She goes as stiff for the word as if a line of soldiers danced along her spine. Taught, sharp - did he say?

Her hands still in her hair, curling into it - she has no blades, she has nothing but the strength the Blackwater gives her and a lifetime of fighting to her last breath again and again. She must trust in that - she is Jhansi ki Rani and -

Who is he? Which one is he?
]

Did you say Camelot?

[ her attention is sharp, utter, straight through. The air has gone out of the tent and no, it's not some teasing disbelief. Not laughing and saying it's not real.

Oh, she knows those stories, knows them better than both and has paid the price for their ideals. So had half the damn world it felt like. A fight that aches down her limbs in a need to strike almost as instinct for the bearest mention. A curling in thought again for what she's lost by being here - whom she had to wait to come back to her, and now couldn't.
]

Who are you?

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