(Well...after enduring the madness that encompassed the previous week, this one felt much more welcome. Aside from surviving doomsday, she made it through her week as a Player. She made it through without her sight and, to her surprise, benefited from it. Being able to see again...able to see the people, the world, the sky...the sunrise...it all felt so surreal to her.
Her reaper wings fluttered on their own accord as her cloak was wrapped around her, adorned with the pins that kept her alive during her previous week. She held her bow with her free hand as she casually and, almost cautiously, flew over the city streets. As vigilant as this may make her look, she was half doing her job and half enjoying the gift of vision.)
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Her reaper wings fluttered on their own accord as her cloak was wrapped around her, adorned with the pins that kept her alive during her previous week. She held her bow with her free hand as she casually and, almost cautiously, flew over the city streets. As vigilant as this may make her look, she was half doing her job and half enjoying the gift of vision.)