The flames are finally quashed, Cludig is soaked and sobbing in grateful relief. She feels like she could melt into the cool liquid and escape this horrible place full of fire and guards and blond men.
Oh wait she could totally do that. She leans into the puddle and sinks beneath the shallow surface, seemingly vanishing.
Now if she could just get to the patch that spreads under the bars, she was home free! Well provided they didn't call a mage or have a mop.
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Oh wait she could totally do that. She leans into the puddle and sinks beneath the shallow surface, seemingly vanishing.
Now if she could just get to the patch that spreads under the bars, she was home free! Well provided they didn't call a mage or have a mop.