[Don't worry, Rise. You'll have plenty of time to chide Heather for her Shadow's hair later.]
[But for now, that broken, violent memory that Heather once spoke of, more than half a year before, is approaching Rise with an ember-hued, unblinking stare. And all the while, the carousel music plays on.]
[For every step backwards Rise takes, the shadow takes two forward, until she's crossed the distance and stands directly in front of the idol, unfortunately giving her a great view of its less-than-ideal complexion. The smell is probably hideous. It doesn't speak, but it breathes in and out with a deathly rattle.]
[It stops before Rise and pauses there-- sizing her up in a way that was so reminiscent of Heather that it would almost be funny if it weren't for the situation-- before extending the hand with the knife in it. But not to point... she's holding it flat in her palm.]
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[But for now, that broken, violent memory that Heather once spoke of, more than half a year before, is approaching Rise with an ember-hued, unblinking stare. And all the while, the carousel music plays on.]
[For every step backwards Rise takes, the shadow takes two forward, until she's crossed the distance and stands directly in front of the idol, unfortunately giving her a great view of its less-than-ideal complexion. The smell is probably hideous. It doesn't speak, but it breathes in and out with a deathly rattle.]
[It stops before Rise and pauses there-- sizing her up in a way that was so reminiscent of Heather that it would almost be funny if it weren't for the situation-- before extending the hand with the knife in it. But not to point... she's holding it flat in her palm.]