T R I S S GLASSER
unless i am myself,
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Trisstana let Zada take her hand and watched her inspect it, lightly twisting and rotating it to see the full damage of the silver bracelet. She tensed a bit at the touch, but tried not to show any more pain from it. Triss nodded as Zada said the burn wasn’t too bad and was looking better. Her hand hung for a second in the air as Zada let go and checked her phone. She seemed a bit more happy and spoke about the others on their way back, and with things with the pain. “Good.” She said quickly, looking back towards the sink again.
When Zada spoke again, Triss looked back towards her partner. She simply just stared and kept eye contact with her, soaking in the words she spoke. She hoped what she was saying was true, that this was only temporarily and soon be gone. When the mermaid called her lover, the word struck her differently. Trisstana’s internal temperature rose as she continued to speak, promising to be there for her, and knowing she was speaking the truth. She let Zada take her hand again and gently dry it off.
Triss was going to follow Zada to the main room, wanting to embrace her, talk to her, bathe with her. But it didn’t feel right at the moment, so she just turned and headed back to the main room. She heard Zada join her but didn’t face her yet, just staring out the window as Phoenix and her body approaching the house.
Phoenix motioned towards Triss and she walked over as he handed her a paste, speaking that it was to help with the burn and not use much of it. “Thanks.” She replied and walked a bit away, ending up next to Zada. She started putting the paste in her burn, Zada quickly assisted, spreading it out in a more calm manner and evenly across the burn.
The witches continued to talk, speaking soemthing about attacks, which confused her. Besides the silver burning her, nothing has really attacked her yet. “Attacks? What attacks?” She asked. If there were to be more side effects to being stuck in this body, she would like to know. “I don’t need anything to protect myself.” Trisstana said sharply, not exactly trying to be so hostile, but might be coming off that way. “Are we ready to go? Seterah wants us to make this shrine, and the sooner, the better.”
Trisstana let Zada take her hand and watched her inspect it, lightly twisting and rotating it to see the full damage of the silver bracelet. She tensed a bit at the touch, but tried not to show any more pain from it. Triss nodded as Zada said the burn wasn’t too bad and was looking better. Her hand hung for a second in the air as Zada let go and checked her phone. She seemed a bit more happy and spoke about the others on their way back, and with things with the pain. “Good.” She said quickly, looking back towards the sink again.
When Zada spoke again, Triss looked back towards her partner. She simply just stared and kept eye contact with her, soaking in the words she spoke. She hoped what she was saying was true, that this was only temporarily and soon be gone. When the mermaid called her lover, the word struck her differently. Trisstana’s internal temperature rose as she continued to speak, promising to be there for her, and knowing she was speaking the truth. She let Zada take her hand again and gently dry it off.
Triss was going to follow Zada to the main room, wanting to embrace her, talk to her, bathe with her. But it didn’t feel right at the moment, so she just turned and headed back to the main room. She heard Zada join her but didn’t face her yet, just staring out the window as Phoenix and her body approaching the house.
Phoenix motioned towards Triss and she walked over as he handed her a paste, speaking that it was to help with the burn and not use much of it. “Thanks.” She replied and walked a bit away, ending up next to Zada. She started putting the paste in her burn, Zada quickly assisted, spreading it out in a more calm manner and evenly across the burn.
The witches continued to talk, speaking soemthing about attacks, which confused her. Besides the silver burning her, nothing has really attacked her yet. “Attacks? What attacks?” She asked. If there were to be more side effects to being stuck in this body, she would like to know. “I don’t need anything to protect myself.” Trisstana said sharply, not exactly trying to be so hostile, but might be coming off that way. “Are we ready to go? Seterah wants us to make this shrine, and the sooner, the better.”