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Chapter 57 – Interlude: Makeshift Seamstress
🕑 Added 2022-12-19 12:12:48 +0000 UTCGoing back some time, to just after Fayette had disappeared down into the pit, the others were in some trouble.
Mireille’s ears were ringing.
She was shouting, but she wasn’t sure what. Hopefully something coherent. She couldn’t tear her eyes off the crumbling pit, rapidly closing between two shifting bits of rock. The floor was steadily crumbling inwards, gradually blocking off the entrance, shift by shift. With a final collapse, It ground shut.
Mireille felt herself being grabbed and dragged back. She fought back—until the [Doctor] gave her a sharp jab at the forehead. That cleared her head a bit. But it was still ringing—she couldn’t hear a thing. Just that first explosion, ringing on and on and on…
A glance to the side, and she saw Marie, hands held up in a glow of magic. The roof above them was still holding, but it did not look pretty. The bigger rocks and boulders were not falling, but dust and little bits were starting to flake off, and Marie’s hands were starting to shake. Mireille let up, and Olivia dragged her to the side, to more stable footing.
Slowly, letting the rocks gently down after her, Marie backed up. With the final step to Mireille’s side, the [Lady] finally sagged down, the glow of magic fading from her. And all the rocks fell in a roaring cascade. No sound she could hear, just the thumps roiling through the ground and air.
Mireille backed up until she hit the wall behind her, and she saw they were enclosed in a small chamber, the exit now gone. Suffocated. She coughed out dust.
Only the lantern light lit them now. The [Seamstress] looked down.
One lantern.
Well, that isn’t good. Her mind was finally working again.
“Hey, we need to help Fay,” she said, turning to the other two. She pointed at the collapsed rock behind. “She’s down there, somewhere—we have to hurry!”
Marie shook her head, mouthing something. Mireille almost felt outraged, until she saw the worry on her face, and then the [Lady] shook her head again, pointing at her ears. Oh, right.
Mireille waved her hands around, at the worried blonde and the frowning [Doctor], trying to communicate something. Olivia paused, then reached into a pocket. She took something out, then held it up, gesturing at her ears, and at the other two. A pill. Some sort of cure?
The pill was dark like a cockroach’s shell and smelled horrible. The [Doctor] saw Mireille blanch at it and held it out. Marie snatched it out of the hand, gesturing something in her notebook to the [Doctor]. Olivia wrote something in herself, showed it to the [Lady], then nodded.
Mireille was looking between the two of them, heart rate climbing. What are they doing? We don’t have time.
Then Marie ate the pill.
Her face colored instantly, and she seemed to almost retch, but she held it in and gulped. Mireille felt a pang in her core, watching that. What was in that? Crouching down, the [Lady] held her stomach. Olivia mouthed something at her, and the suffering woman nodded.
It worked? Marie can hear? Mireille perked up, but then the [Doctor] approached and touched the [Lady] on the forehead. Instantly, the woman rose back up, seemingly back to normal, and the [Doctor] looked wretched in turn. Then Olivia turned to the [Seamstress], holding a hand out.
Wait a minute, isn’t this that skill of hers, [Transfer Condition] or whatever? Is she going to—
Then the [Doctor] touched her and the ringing in her ears ceased—replaced by eerie silence and an ominous shifting in the rocks above. And her stomach was roiling. She bent down, hands at her belly, cringing.
“What the F-frick did you put in these?” She shouted at the [Doctor].
“Can you hear me?” Olivia replied.
Mireille looked up. Oh, right, she can’t hear me. She nodded.
“Good,” Olivia said, hand at her chin. “I was wondering whether that would work. Seems our [Lady’s] skill is useful indeed. Makes the chance of healing a lot greater.”
Skill? And chance?
Marie saw Mireille’s questioning look and explained. “I told her about my [Picture of Health]. Makes healing easier,” she said, enunciating her words carefully. The [Lady] still couldn’t hear, which meant—she’d have to eat one more of those.
Mireille shivered, then looked at Marie with pity. The [Doctor] took out another pill. “These are the result of my new skill,” she explained, her words slightly slurred. The gloomy woman smiled. “It’s better if you don’t know how they work.”
Mireille shivered, then watched the [Doctor] take out another pill and offer it to the [Lady]. She carefully ate it, then crumpled down again.
We don’t have time for this… The [Seamstress] noticed herself almost hopping in place, rearing to dig into the rocks. The [Lady] saw her anxiety, then slowly rose up, gathering herself. Marie met her eyes. “Fayette is alive—I felt her with my boon. But she is far, far down.”
A weight left Mireille’s chest. Fayette is alive. She breathed out. “Do you know where?”
The [Lady] grimaced. “Not really—but. There was some odd mana signature I felt from down there, for just a moment. I can feel it now too, weaker. Like a scent trail. Fire-tinged mana.”
“The spiders,” Mireille spoke, realizing. “Can you find them? If Fayette is near their nest?”
Marie was frowning in thought. “It was an odd signature for just spiders… There’s something more… I think I can point the way.”
That filled Mireille with so much relief, that she sagged down, and finally took note of the [Doctor], who was glancing between the two, a bit out of it.
“Sorry you two, but my skill will be on cooldown for a bit, so I can’t swap more right away,” Olivia said, looking apologetic. “I won’t hear you for a bit yet. My pills aren’t guaranteed for me, I’ll have to swap with Marie.”
Oh, that’s a shame, Mireille thought. She’s willing to sacrifice and leave herself deaf… Or—wait a minute. She raised her head up, narrowing her eyes.
“You clever F—You’re letting us deal with this stomach pain, leaving yourself free.” She said, rubbing at her stomach. It was still roiling, maybe just a bit calmer.
The [Doctor] shrugged her shoulders, confused. Mireille suspected she understood.
Marie patted her on the shoulder. “Now now, she’s still healing us.”
Mireille sighed. Guess that’s true. She looked around her. They were backed away into a small nook, boulders blocking off the way they had come from. Seeing Fayette go back in for the fuse, their group had hesitated just a bit, and had not managed to get back to the entrance. Now they were stuck here.
“Can you get us out of here?” She asked, eyeing Marie. “Use that magic of yours to shuffle our way out, or down to Fayette?”
“Not down… Too unstable. And getting out might take some time. But I do sense the trail… it’s right—” She spun around, pointing at a corner. “—there!”
Mireille crept closer, bringing their single lantern with her. Olivia followed, looking over their work. The [Doctor] seemed distracted. Something about the pills? I don’t even want to know… She shook her head, then bent down and spotted it. Hidden behind a bulge in the ground there was a crack in the wall—forming a crawlspace of sorts. She peeked inside, holding the lantern out, but couldn’t make out the other end. It was long and dark, stretching forward like a wound in the earth itself.
“I guess that’s the way forward, then. But—”
She paused. There was the difficult question. Should they head inside deeper and search for Fayette, or try to make it back outside and face their betrayers, and only go after Fayette later? They didn’t have any supplies. She didn’t like the decision—both options felt bad. But not going after her friend immediately felt worse.
She had been giving the [Maid] just a bit of the silent treatment, hoping to teach a lesson, and then this went and happened… What were they meant to do now? She felt panic forming but forced it down. Plan. We have to discuss this and plan.
And making a plan of action without Olivia’s hearing…
Then Mireille paused. She had an idea. She gestured at Marie’s notebook, and the [Lady] nodded, took it out and set it on the ground. Together, they crouched around their single lantern, notebook in the middle, and began to plan.
—
Now Mireille felt calm. Her stomach was still aching, but this was good—planning. Listing things out.
She wrote first. On top of the page, she listed out two choices, then separated the note into two segments with a vertical line. On the left side, she wrote: Option A: we go deeper down and search for Fayette.
She put a big “or” in the middle, then on the right side she wrote: Option B: we dig ourselves outside for supplies, maybe face enemies, and then come back for her after.
Not going after Fayette was obviously not an option at all.
Olivia took the note, thought for a moment, then wrote in her own additions—short ones. Under the left side, she wrote: Supplies for surviving in cave??
On the right side, she wrote: Who are the enemies??
She handed the note to her side, giving Marie the turn. The [Lady] didn’t think long and made a quick list on each side in elegant handwriting.
On the left side:
· We can search for supplies underground. We need food, water, and light.
· Fayette has all the other supplies, she can last long. If she can handle the monsters.
· I can make a magic light if we find fire monster cores
On the right side:
· The betrayal on us was too unnatural, I think it was forced somehow, using a skill
· Culprit: either the [Lord] or the two strangers. The [Lord] has a motive, and I felt the other two were hostile to me. The [Lord] didn’t have skills for this.
· The [Miner Chief] is not guilty. The details of it all are too wrong.
Finished, Marie thought for a moment longer, then after adding a last bit at the bottom, nodded and gave the notebook back to Mireille. The [Seamstress] looked at the last note. At the bottom: Mireille, you should decide whether we go for Fayette now or later.
Mireille looked the other two in the eyes, and they both nodded. So, the decision comes to me? She felt just a bit of dread—it wasn’t a decision she liked making.
But she couldn’t let the other two make it either.
She closed her eyes, thinking long about the risks of both sides.
The two men had seemed dangerous, and if their attacker was the [Lord], who knew what else he had in store? Especially if he could hide skills. But facing the deeps ill-equipped as they were… she feared it too. Fear and fear. She did not want to face either without Fayette at her side.
And in the end, that decided it.
She wrote down her decision.
She handed the note to the others to read, then turned to regard the hole they were to crawl into. The plan she had written was simple. We go in and search for Fayette. If things get desperate and we risk too much, we turn back and try to sneak out and get supplies. Then we go back in.
They would make it up as they went. A makeshift plan—not the best, but what they had.
And regarding the food they needed to survive down here… Mireille had one free skill slot. Just in case of situations like these. She mentally sent out the command.
[Free skill slot available! Listing options:]
She went through the list in her mind, quickly finding the option she had considered many times. It had been unlocked after their trek away from Palogne. She chose the skill.
[You have gained a new skill: Survivalist!]
[Survivalist – In the wilds, finding food, water and shelter can be tough—until you get this handy skill! Get information on good places to search, potential dangers, and many other little perks. Toughing out the wilds has never been easier!]
She smiled at her foresight, then activated the skill. Hopefully I don’t need to put points into this. Skill dearest, where can we get food and water down here?
The skill provided the answer, information filling her mind, and the smile fell from her face. For the first time in her life, Mireille cursed.
“Fuck.”
She felt two reassuring pats on her back from Olivia, then Marie walked to her side. The [Lady] nodded at her. “We can do this, don’t worry.”
Mireille shook her head, a headache forming. “That’s not it, I know we can,” she answered. Need to move my thoughts away from that. She began considering a plan for going forward. “I’ll go in first. Then Olivia, then you. Marie, make sure this hole doesn’t collapse on us. And give me that boon if you can.”
Marie blinked at her authoritative tone for a moment, then laid a hand on her head and spoke. “[Boon of the Stone Bastion].”
Mireille blinked several times at that one. Hm? Interesting. Then she shook her head and faced the crack. She bent down and crawled inside.
The [Seamstress] delved deeper.
—
Mireille breathed quietly, listening to the quiet flow of the little spring they had found. And the spiders. She closed her eyes and let her needle and thread snake down along the ground, slowly approaching the webbing on the walls.
She let it bite in, and then her senses expanded. The thirst and hunger faded into the background.
The [Seamstress] got a sense of the myriad threads running throughout the cavern and mentally marked all the spiders she could find. Big ones, these. Bigger than the last lot.
She didn’t know how long it had taken them, traveling and crawling forward, before they found their first signs of skittering life. There were other things too—lizards and bats and bugs… but mainly spiders. This was their third lot. But—third time was the charm. They had practiced.
Mireille signaled Marie and Olivia, then activated one of her newer skills: [Makeshift Clothes]. The webs formed into scarves of sorts, and as the spiders reacted, confused by their webs shifting suddenly, she moved them. Stitched them.
Controlling two needles at once, she began winding the scarves around the spiders, trapping them inside their own webs, then stitching them shut. It was like rugs suddenly springing out from underneath, then wrapping you within.
She got two, then felt the earth shifting under the webs. Marie.
The [Lady] was casting quietly, trapping spiders in cracks that suddenly opened under them. Their legs fell in, then the crack closed, and they were trapped.
The spiders began scuttling about in a panic, but both Marie and Mireille were some distance away, crouched low to the ground—hidden. Their first fight had been direct—a mistake. Her leg still ached from the bites.
Then the [Doctor] moved in. One moment she wasn’t there, then suddenly a shadow peeled open, a figure springing forth from within—scalpel and lantern in hand. Mireille had been surprised that Olivia’s [Sneak] skill applied to the lantern too, but it was handy, no denying that.
Olivia began surgically piercing the trapped spiders, one by one, and the remaining ones rushed her.
And fell into traps, scarves, and pits swallowing them up.
[Brilliant custom tailoring!]
[Progress towards next level: 40%]
Mireille relaxed. Another set done, and just past level 13. She raised her head up and looked over the scenery, seeing it with her eyes for the first time. Fighting with low-to-no vision might be tough for most, but it was surprisingly easy for her and Marie. At least here.
Marie could get a sense of the earth using her magic, while Mireille could use the ever-present webbing as her own. She rather appreciated the spiders for providing it. She glanced down, taking in the spiders. They were sort of cute, in a twisted way. Fuzzy white fur and black patterns that sort of looked like eyes. She didn’t like what her [Survivalist] skill was saying.
Then she walked to the small stream and looked it over. Good, no magicoal on the surface. The last one had been polluted. She had been really annoyed at that.
She stepped back to the middle of their ambush, then nodded at Olivia. The [Doctor] grimaced, lifting her lantern. “We’ll be out of oil very soon I’m afraid. You two will have to guide me by hand.”
Mireille sighed. She was not looking forward to spending the next bit in darkness. “Turn it off then, we don’t need it right now. Are you sure you can’t spare a free skill slot for anything vision related?”
The [Doctor] could hear again. Marie had not been pleased about eating a third pill, but she had done it. Olivia had insisted the skill she was using wouldn’t work well for herself, so she had swapped the [Lady’s] previous health to herself.
It really was a useful combo, Mireille had to admit. She felt… healthier. She had asked for specifics and found out that Marie’s [Picture of Health] helped her body naturally stay in top condition. Then, with Olivia’s [Transfer Condition]…
It felt pretty unfair. How much money could you make by selling this as a service? Though it wouldn’t last, she expected. Right now, she felt that all her little aches and ails were gone, but they were making an effort at a comeback. Maybe a day or so? Who knows, can’t really tell the time here.
Her thoughts were interrupted by everything falling into complete darkness. She flinched. Oh, Olivia put the lantern out. Mireille connected her thread and needle back to the webbing and got a map of the area. She felt at the spider corpses around her, then listened to the flowing water. I guess there’s no helping this. At least the water should be fine.
She bent down and cupped the water into her hands. She brought it into her mouth and tasted it. [Survivalist] told her it was safe, and she greedily gulped down more. Maybe now is the time.
She stood up, facing the other two. “Alright, I think it’s time we take our first break. Get some rest in, drink up this water—it’s safe—and then we…” she paused for a moment, feeling at the web around her, and the shapes trapped within “—eat.”
The [Seamstress] could feel the other two shudder. Or to be more precise, she could feel their clothes rustle about a bit. Yeah. There really was only one source of food here. She sighed, then began giving out more instructions.
“Olivia, use your flasks to fill up on water. Give up the alcohol, no good drinking it down here. Can you purify our food somehow? We can’t make a fire.”
“No, but I can deal with any ill aftereffects,” Olivia answered, carefully stepping forward into the dark. Marie was helping her forward, leading by hand. “If you do get poisoned or a parasite or baby spiders in you, I’ll purge them from you.”
Small comfort that. She sighed, and got to work, bending down over one of the bodies. Not a meal she was looking forward to. For the first time, she really found herself wishing for Fayette’s death spice mix.
It was not a filling meal
—
After the meal, the three of them settled into a covered nook, resting for a moment. There was still a long way to go if Marie’s mana sense was right. They curled up together, braced against each other, sharing the body heat. It was unnaturally warm here, but still too chilly for comfort.
It was only a scant few hours of sleep, but it was all they could take. Either Mireille or Marie had to keep watch the whole time, as only they could even somewhat perceive their surroundings.
Mireille took the first shift. She felt cold, filthy, hungry, and scared. It was the darkness that was the worst of it—really. Sure, she could perceive things with the webs, but it was a different kind of perceiving. One of twisting threads in ever-expanding patterns, shaped into traps covering every surface. Not a sight of light and warmth.
She felt something touch her hand and almost jumped, before realizing the source. “Marie,” she spoke quietly.
“Hey,” the [Lady] said, sitting up from where she had been laying, then shifting next to Mireille. “You alright there?”
The [Seamstress] was silent for a moment. “Not much point trying to lie to a [Lady], is there.”
A quiet hum. “I don’t have a Skill for that.”
“But doesn’t the role come with some natural skill of its own?”
“I’ve never really thought of it like that.”
The [Seamstress] sighed. “No, I really am not ok.” She felt out with her cloth senses and got a hint of how Olivia’s coat was moving back and forth. “I don’t know how Olivia manages to sleep like this. Don’t think I’ll be able to.”
“Some talent of hers, I reckon. I can’t sleep either—ground’s too cold and hard for me.”
“A [Princess] wakes from a pea under the bed, but this is the level things must be to shake you? I’m impressed.”
A snort. “You flatter me. Honestly, I wouldn’t have managed in that wagon without Fayette’s work.”
Mireille had to hmph at that, but then she remembered and her face fell. Fayette.
“Sorry,” The [Lady] said, realizing.
“Don’t be,” Mireille said, leaning back against the hard wall. The darkness was oppressive, but the warm presence by her side was somewhat comforting at least. She tried opening and closing her eyes. No real effect, just more darkness.
She cleared her throat “I’m sure she’s fine.” She said, mostly to herself.
“She is—trust in it. Barely flinched at a dozen bandit, what are some spiders?” Marie said.
That did cheer her up a bit. “Bet she’s happily made a little spicy spider skewer for herself,” Mireille said. “We’re getting closer to the place?”
Some vague shift in the air—a nod? “The mana signature—it’s definitely there. And it’s definitely more than just some monsters. Something is down here…”
And Fayette is near it, Mireille finished the unspoken bit. She bit her lip—Fayette really had to be fine, she wouldn’t think of other options. Not just a friend—more. Sisters.
She leaned to the side, towards Marie, and let her head rest on the [Lady’s] shoulder. Now that she thought about it, this was really her first time alone like this with Marie. Fayette was always bustling about…
She spoke quietly. “Hey, Marie, tell me something, will you?”
“Hm? What’s on your mind?”
“What is up between you and Fayette? You’re getting along fine now—but when we first opened that door in the inn, and you saw us… you focused on her right away. The others might have missed it, but I didn’t. It’s not just that plan she pulled, or anything afterward, you were watching from the start. I saw.”
The [Lady] froze still against her head, and Mireille felt a bit of satisfaction at that.
“Do I really have to say?” Marie asked after a pause, quietly. She sounded sad. Mireille quirked an eyebrow. Hm? Curious reaction.
“C’mon, I promise I won’t tell Fay. I think she likes you right now, in her own way. I just want to feel a bit smug when I see her again. She stole my furs you know? For your sake—and hers. Let me steal a little secret.”
She opened her eyes, but there was no shift in the darkness, really. She leaned back sideways, and fell into the [Lady’s] lap, back first. She tried to make eye contact but wasn’t sure how well she was managing. Damned darkness. “C’mon, we’ve eaten spiders together. And those pills. Those damn pills. That’s a bond only we share—a bond of stomach pain.”
The [Lady] shifted a bit. “…Fine. It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just… Seeing a black-haired [Maid] about that age suddenly… Fayette reminded me of someone.”
“You have a [Maid] like that back at your manor?”
“No, not anymore.”
“Oh.”
There was a long pause.
“She’s not dead or anything, alright?” Marie suddenly added, realizing she may have made some misleading statements.
“Oh, that’s good. Or is it? Was she a bad [Maid]?”
There was a long sigh. “You—you consider Fayette your family of sorts, right?” Marie finally said, after thinking a long moment.
Mireille reached out and poked her in the head. “Of course I do. A makeshift sister of sorts, I suppose.” She paused. “Or no... That’s the wrong word. You know, I got a skill recently—[Makeshift Clothing]. Everything I make with it is temporary and fragile, but a… faux sister like this—it’s better than the real thing. I bet.”
Marie shifted around, and Mireille’s head bounced around in the lap. She thought the [Lady] was looking down at her now too. “Well, I think you’ll get it then. Consider a noble family for a moment. Who is more family? Your mother, who sees you a few times a day at meals as she oversees your progress, or the [Nursemaid] who has taken care of you as long as you remember?”
The [Seamstress] was silent, looking into the darkness. She nodded. “…I think I understand.”
“Right, and then, of course, the [Maid in Waiting] who has also been with you as long as you remember. I guess she was a faux sister for me too, of sorts. Was. I wasn’t getting the proper skills, so those two got dismissed as bad influences. I haven't seen them since. Four years.”
Mireille winced. Talk about a sore spot. But, well… She poked the [Lady] in the head again. “In that case, she still is your sister now—dummy. Is she makeshift or faux, temporary or true? Go find her or something. No was-talk.”
She poked the [Lady] a third time, just for emphasis. “I’m down here eating spiders, searching for mine. Even dragged you along. Guess I’m the better sister of us.”
With that dagger thrust, even the [Lady] was stunned silent. Right in her most vulnerable spot. But, well, they weren’t the worst sort of daggers. Still… Slowly, the [Lady] reached out, grabbed Mireille from both cheeks, then pulled.
“Gyah! stop, you’ll wake Olivia,” Mireille hissed under her breath, struggling under the [Lady’s] grip. After one last tug, she was released.
Marie laughed softly, patting the [Seamstress] on the head like a doll. “Mirrie girl, you really are the unruly sort, aren’t you.”
“No, stop, I’m putting a stop to this Mirrie thing right now,” Mireille said, sitting back up. She rubbed her head, annoyed.
She sighed and leaned back against the rock. Hard and cold after the soft lap. “So—this sort-of-sister of a [Maid] you have, she’s like Fayette?”
Marie snorted. “Not one bit. It was just the first reaction. I learned otherwise fast.”
Well well well, Mireille felt she would feel very smug indeed when she saw Fayette next. She looked the [Lady] in the eye, and met a concerned blue gaze—
I’m seeing? Quick, both of them turned and saw the glow emanating some distance away. Fire. Or a fiery something. Marie kicked the [Doctor] awake, and Olivia rose up in a flash—hungry for the light source they needed. Together, they approached, and saw the tiny creeping spider—black and rocky, with veins of fire webs snaking out.
Just what they had been looking for. The three looked at each other under the dim lighting and nodded.
—
It was a simple ambush. The monster crept along, snaking its fiery feelers around, burning up any webs it found. Then it sensed magic. Something earth-related? Like a fly to sugar, it began rushing in the direction, sending all its webbing forward. Then it stepped onto ground that felt… different.
The web was covered in mud and stone, and thus didn’t burn up against the fire web, but as soon as the monster stepped onto it, the web crumpled down, and the monster fell into a pit. Then a needle bit into its web, and the fire net was thrust away. Then knives hit it from above. And a rock fell from the ceiling.
Splat.
—
Marie held up the red monster core in her hand, studying it with her full focus.
“You’ll really be able to make a light out of that?” Olivia asked, for the third time. She was really looking forward to it. Being the only one completely in the dark couldn’t be fun.
“Just give me a moment…” Marie said, taking out her drawing supplies. She began sketching on the core, making a diagram, and she was painting with magic.
Mireille was holding her breath. She was both dreading it and hoping for the best. If the [Lady] succeeded… That meant they had everything they needed. Replenishable sources of light, water, and food.
Which meant they would be heading in even deeper. There would be no turning back for supplies. She still tasted the spiders…
Suddenly, the [Seamstress] was blinded. The core had flashed? This bright?
“Gah! Sorry. Wait, I’ll adjust this… Just a second…”
The light slowly dimmed, and Mireille slowly felt her vision come back. Marie was holding the core, which now cast out a handy directed beam of light. Much brighter than the dimmed lantern.
For the first time since she didn’t know when everyone was cast fully into view. And Mireille saw their condition.
They were filthy. It hadn’t been so apparent in the darkness or dimness, so only now did she finally see their true state. Spider blood, dirt, rock dust, anything, and everything covered them all. Nobody had a clean spot anywhere on their body.
How long have we been down here? It’s felt like just a day!
Mireille looked at her hands and almost retched. I was eating with these?
“Everyone… Let’s go get washed up before we go in deeper,” she said, already walking back to the stream. She shivered, but she stayed determined. They would go on, and they would go deeper. Until they found Fayette.
Because… Even if they were this miserable—at least they had each other. Company. Fayette was all alone down there, and Mireille shuddered to imagine it.
Just how wretched must she be feeling right now?
A/N Om nom nom, yummy spiders. How do you think Fayette is feeling?
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phantom
"Just how wretched must she be feeling right now?" I think an early funeral for Mireille's smug is called for.
