[ This time, it's Cain who's nearly stepped on Korwa. And this time, it's Korwa who's buried in a sea of green. Green fabric that is, though there are scraps of other colors floating around her, leaving her in quite the colorful sea. Cain takes in the scene with a slow look: the fabric in disarray, Korwa stretched out listlessly, the blank page open with her quill tapping away, leaving only spots of ink rather than any dazzling new design...
He's heard of it before. is this what you call a slump? But he at least knows better than to ask.
Instead, Cain crouches down beside Korwa and pulls a bit of fabric away from her head. He beams at her and starts gathering up some of the mess. ]
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[ This time, it's Cain who's nearly stepped on Korwa. And this time, it's Korwa who's buried in a sea of green. Green fabric that is, though there are scraps of other colors floating around her, leaving her in quite the colorful sea. Cain takes in the scene with a slow look: the fabric in disarray, Korwa stretched out listlessly, the blank page open with her quill tapping away, leaving only spots of ink rather than any dazzling new design...
He's heard of it before. is this what you call a slump? But he at least knows better than to ask.
Instead, Cain crouches down beside Korwa and pulls a bit of fabric away from her head. He beams at her and starts gathering up some of the mess. ]
Now, now, Miss Korwa, surely it's not the end!