ROYALIST VANGUARD
"Good." Tamiya brusquely stated. She made her way onto a willowy bank, glad to be at least in shallow waters. The improvement of her mood made sliding more carefully an easier task. It was quieter now. Having dispersed from the others was a relief, but there was still an amount of tension in the thick air. Tamiya was consorting with Eostre - purely business.
Still... No, she was being foolish. Her anger began to bubble as she second-guessed herself. Kabukidad's voice(s) snapped into her mind and chastised her. There was something wrong with the swamp, clearly. It fogged her mind. Replacing her jealous thoughts were warshouts and deathcries. Tamiya refocused and breathed through her nose, feeling the warm air pool in the crevices of her second face.
They were here somewhere. She would find them, take them out and bring them back to base. She and Eostre were perfectly capable of the effort.
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parting is such sweet sorrow
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