[ Rather too quickly, Pyrrha lurches forward the moment the bag is unzipped. Its sides fall away around her, still cocooning the lower half of her body. The sudden blast of cool air that hits her face in the wake of freedom is such a blessing, Pyrrha might have otherwise smiled at it. She doesn't, because present circumstances are too unsettling and she hasn't even begun to make sense of them.
Land of the living, indeed.
Slowly, she takes in her rescuer. She remembers Athena from the sleepover, the kind young woman who had taught her to play chess. ]
Thank you. [ There's only a bit of Pyrrha's former liveliness in her voice. ]
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Land of the living, indeed.
Slowly, she takes in her rescuer. She remembers Athena from the sleepover, the kind young woman who had taught her to play chess. ]
Thank you. [ There's only a bit of Pyrrha's former liveliness in her voice. ]