niamh redpath d10 wip
Jan 6, 2024 23:21:53 GMT -5
Post by bailee on Jan 6, 2024 23:21:53 GMT -5
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You are born a Redpath. The hospital room is infused with sage, the fluorescent lights blurring your tunnelled vision. You are overwhelmed, and your screams oversaturate the murmurs and whispers of the people surrounding you. You feel lost and tired and your neck hurts from where your umbilical cord has coiled, but your first few breaths feel effortless. You are passed from a white-cloaked man to a stranger, yet it feels
You are born a Redpath. The hospital room is infused with sage, the fluorescent lights blurring your tunnelled vision. You are overwhelmed, and your screams oversaturate the murmurs and whispers of the people surrounding you. You feel lost and tired and your neck hurts from where your umbilical cord has coiled, but your first few breaths feel effortless. You are passed from a white-cloaked man to a stranger, yet it feels
