Through the Living Hope

Rashi nodded and took him to it.

Ooooh lovely

“Just a little.”

“She had to take on two tributes at once. They seemed to have some kind of mental connection.”

“Everything is fine for the most part… but Sharlin was killed.”

Rashi listened without interruption.

Mare woke up the next morning in Tinker’s arms, still in the station. Her mother held her other hand. “Mom?” she said quietly. The woman smiled, bags evident under her eyes. “I was so worried… you didn’t come home last night…” ”Sorry, Mom…” ”Oh, Mare…. What happened?” *Mare gives brief explanation* Crocus kissed her daughter’s hand. “You’re okay now. You’re safe.”

@Lotus Blossom

He nodded and put his forehead on Mare’s hand.

He sighed.

She tensed and tried not to hyperventilate.

Oooh okee

Cool! What’s my item?

She sniffed. “What do I have to do?”

Name: Tertia Species: Kobold Class: Paladin Magic Item (you get one based off your backstory.): Appearance: 3 purple kobolds in a trenchcoat robe Connections with other characters: Three triplet kobolds who like causing wholesome mischief (if you’ve seen videos of people doing Disney voice impressions to cast members at Disney, think this kind of “mischief” Backstory (I WANT AT LEAST THREE SENTENCES PREFERABLY MORE): The kobolds forming Tertia (Bel [f], Qrik [m], and Dazzu [f]) like making the best kind of mischief- the kind that makes others happy. Due to their like of wanting to make other people happy, they received a blessing to use magic. They use it to heal people physically, mentally, emotionally, etc. They worry that they won’t be taken seriously because of their height and thus pretend to be one giant kobold in a trenchcoat robe Kingdom (make something up, we're in a place vaguely German. Give it a little description): Ixicia, a kingdom of kobolds that technically has a government but is usually in some form of internal chaos Skills: healing and pranks, gaslighting Magical Quirks: idk

She didn’t know what to say to that. Tinker looked to a paramedic. “Can I take her home?”

Tinker rubbed his thumb over the gash on her forehead. It had stitches. “Are you alright?” ”I hurt like hell, but I’m alive.” Tinker nodded. Mare looked at Mark. “Thank you.”

“… ill try to help him. But I don’t want to.”

They went to her. She smiled weakly. “Hey, Mare.” ”Hey.” Tinker took her hand.

“I will! I will.”