Visions of death passed through Serenica's head, but as quickly as the figure dripping maggots into the sea, had vanished so did the visions, and she no longer had any idea if what she had seen was true or a hallucination.
Which was worse, anyway? That the goddess of death herself had taken an interest in her, or that she could no longer trust her own mind?
Serenica wanted to shake herself awake, but she couldn't. Someone would have noticed her odd behavior. It was a better idea to lay low for a while and let this feeling pass.
It never passed. It only got worse as she shivered on someone else's bunk.
Gadfly had taken good care of her, and there was no reason to doubt his loyalties. She was his friend as much as he was hers, and after a short explanation of the matters, he had simply laughed about a healer being unable to heal herself and let her have his comfortable bed.
"You don't need to pretend shit," he told her.
Serenica looked at him, eyes wide.
I might actually write regularly from now on. Still nicotine withdrawal weirdness going on but hey...
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