"No, it's not," Chris agrees. "I can't promise I'll get you home safe. All I can promise is that I'll do my best."
The creature waits, having learned patience from the many times it tried to take prey from the town. There are old drifts of snow, frozen over and hard, narrowing the path where it hides, so those walking on the path will have to go in single file.
One alone is best. Two is not ideal -- the Tristitia can attack, can incapacitate... but the other might grab her prey and make a break for it. They'll run, and leave her with only a few scraps of the grief and empathy she feeds on.
Chris gives a little shiver and tugs at their gloves nervously. The town is still quite some distance away. The pair have been lucky so far, but will their luck stretch as far as it needs to?
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The creature waits, having learned patience from the many times it tried to take prey from the town. There are old drifts of snow, frozen over and hard, narrowing the path where it hides, so those walking on the path will have to go in single file.
One alone is best. Two is not ideal -- the Tristitia can attack, can incapacitate... but the other might grab her prey and make a break for it. They'll run, and leave her with only a few scraps of the grief and empathy she feeds on.
Chris gives a little shiver and tugs at their gloves nervously. The town is still quite some distance away. The pair have been lucky so far, but will their luck stretch as far as it needs to?