ChasNicollette
Allons-y Means Let's Go.
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If you're going through Hell, keep going.
Lisa searched the sky for a long moment, what sky there was, and then shook her head.
"Yeah. Let's go."
"Which one was Havel again?"
"Because someone should tell him that deep black is kind of my motif now, and-- I've gone through some stuff. I don't remember all of it. But there was... it was deep, and dark, and misty, and I couldn't look away from the misery at the heart of me. This isn't that. This is like the outskirts of that. I'm good."
She stepped forward, and glanced over her shoulder. "It's you guys that'll need to keep up with me."
And then she flourished, unfurled somehow, still human and standing in front of them but spreading out wings like a cape, expanding several meters in either direction and up a bit, a portable shelter walking into the wind.
"Now everyone come the Hell on."
"Yeah," Tanha said, looking around. The morning hadn't come, but the stark black of night had retreated to a muddled gray color as if the sky was obscured with smog. The cold of night warred with what should have been the heat of day, resulting in low lying fog, ooze out of the ground like oil from a teenager's pores. A healthy dose of Despair had been heaped upon the desolation of the eternal almost night. The wind was still there, picking up grit and rubbing it into every exposed patch of skin. The could redoubled its efforts, dropping down below the point at which water froze.
"Well," she craned her neck up towards the sky and squinted. "Look's like Havel upped his game." She turned back towards Lisa, "I hope you can keep up, because walking in this miasma will take ages."
Tanha waited a moment before adding, "We could always do plan B?"
Lisa searched the sky for a long moment, what sky there was, and then shook her head.
"Yeah. Let's go."
"Which one was Havel again?"
"Because someone should tell him that deep black is kind of my motif now, and-- I've gone through some stuff. I don't remember all of it. But there was... it was deep, and dark, and misty, and I couldn't look away from the misery at the heart of me. This isn't that. This is like the outskirts of that. I'm good."
She stepped forward, and glanced over her shoulder. "It's you guys that'll need to keep up with me."
And then she flourished, unfurled somehow, still human and standing in front of them but spreading out wings like a cape, expanding several meters in either direction and up a bit, a portable shelter walking into the wind.
"Now everyone come the Hell on."