i don't wanna die

Bohdi entered when Morgana's voice bid her to do so, closing the door quietly behind her before pausing to survey the rooms with curiosity. The place was... clean, airy, reminding her of dawn above the waterfalls left over after the flood, when the world was still dewy and quiet. It was a nice place, an appealing place, but not her sort of place. No, her place was the cabin on the peak, cozy and warm with the fire crackling, or in the belly of the yacht where she dreamed great dreams. She couldn't help but think how much different the room would look if her duo were set lose in it; Isla would have had things in pieces within seconds, and Blue would have been chasing after her, apologizing rapidly while Bohdi just beamed with pride. Her hand fell to a belly that had not yet lost the layer of blubber left over from carrying the twins, the belly that would swell again soon enough. It made her feel... homey, comfortable, even if she was baffled by the hows and whys. Bohdi shot Morgana a grin.

"I like your fancy room!" she said exuberantly, moving deeper into the room when Morgana spoke. She eyed the white and silver upholstery for a moment, as if taking a mental inventory of her clothing and whether or not it was safe to sit (this was entirely Rana's training, as the "old Bohdi" would never have thought about it), before she plopped down.

"Wine?" Bohdi asked excitedly. She'd only had it a few times before, but it made her head so delightfully fuzzy... Osulf shot her a dark look, and Bo's shoulder's slumped. Perhaps a fuzzy head was not the best way to meet an Aura, and... She sighed in disappointment. "I am getting fat with baby again, somehow. So perhaps water is best."

Osulf nodded with approval, moving to curl up at Bohdi's feet. Bohdi shifted in her seat, peering at the birds on the dresser with curiosity.

"Is there anything you need of me?" she asked, cocking her head to the side and rubbing her hand along her belly again. She was quite curious about how this would work, what it would require. Some of the others in her clan had claimed the ability to speak with those not of this world - the dead, the gods, spirits who were neither and both - but she had never before witnessed it.

blood is getting hotter, body's getting colder
i don't wanna die, so you're gonna have to


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