335 Sweet Nothing's

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Thunder continued to echo through the night as the heavy rain began.

It smells a little more bearable, Asra thought.

She slowly opened her eyelids, revealing her purple eyes as she looked up at the patchy rotted roof above.

The sentient leaves constantly shifted in the roof, fluttering about and covering and holes.

I guess the rain doesn’t hurt them, only the swamp water does? Asra thought. The roof seemed more like a shifting fur coat of some beast, and after watching for a moment she sat up, and pushed open the noon-leather blanket she was still wrapped in.

She glanced around the room.

Now, where is Hegatha?

The only one with her was Red. Clad in shining armor, its ghostly green eyes lay on her, continuing to watch her as it had been commanded.

“Red, where is Hegatha?” Asra whispered. She only expected a head nod or some other unintelligent behaviour, perhaps it wouldn’t even understand her words.

Yet, she was mistaken.