
Necromantic like thiiiiss....
*MINOR FLIRT SPOILER OH YEAS*
Ninde: (As you walk on, you feel Ninde languidly brush your arm. You turn, to find her looking at you askance. In her hands she appears to be holding something broad and flat, wrapped in a square of scarlet silk.)
Ninde: I found this a little while ago. Beautiful, isn?t it?
Ninde: (As Ninde speaks she carefully unwraps the cloth, to reveal the hollow body of a moth about the size of her hand, a pallid green-white, with burnt eyes on its opaque wings, and smears of pink around the edges. As you watch, Ninde lifts the insect to her lips, cupping her hands around the fragile thing, and murmuring.)
Ninde: Watch.
Ninde: (Opening her clasped fist, the dead moth twitches spasmodically, angles its wings, before taking off from her hand with a sweet, laboured flutter. The pair of you watch the moth ascend, until it is little more then a milky spot in the distance. Then gone.)
Ninde: (It is subtle ? but it is there. Just as the moth vanishes from sight, you feel Ninde?s smooth wrist brush against yours as you stand side by side, and in a somewhat bewildering gesture, she momentarily links her fingers with yours. When you turn to her, you find she is already gone.)