[SWP] gather 'round

[Pavetta]

p a v e t t a - - - Not another God… Relief. It washes over her in a rush, a wave falling upon the beach. If it is not a rebellious, sinister god, then surely they could handle whatever might be causing this chaos. If a god was behind this…Pavetta was not so sure they even stood a chance. Her ears flip forward at the sound of her name. “Yes.” She frowned, brow furrowed. Lungs screaming, the smell of her own hair burning... Recalling the race for her life in the forest was not something she wanted to dwell on or even revisit. But Oriens insisted. And if it would help Dawn Court discover what was behind the Novus disasters, then she needed to speak up. “It is as Sloane says.” She listened to the questions, the comments. Physically, she was here. Mentally…she was in that flaming forest, racing against flames, against death…against whatever might be behind this. Squirrels? Surely the answer was not so simple. a pearl in pigshit, a diamond on the finger of a rotting corpse, creature in whom nothing, but nothing, remains of an elven woman ---

this is hideous but it's all i have in me at the moment ;_;