[which she has been told is a girl's name for a horse, but she doesn't care about that. standing up, she puts the knife away in her bag and moves over to the side, to take the burlap sack and carry it off by some mangled roots of a nearby tree.
digging into the bag as she crouches down, she pushes the different bones between the roots; some buried a few inches into the ground, but for the most part protruding. she will come again tomorrow to dig them properly. some of the bones, grimy and deformed as they are, are left with an imprint of her blood as she moves them about with her hand.
finally, she stands, turning to him, empty bag in her hands.]
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[which she has been told is a girl's name for a horse, but she doesn't care about that. standing up, she puts the knife away in her bag and moves over to the side, to take the burlap sack and carry it off by some mangled roots of a nearby tree.
digging into the bag as she crouches down, she pushes the different bones between the roots; some buried a few inches into the ground, but for the most part protruding. she will come again tomorrow to dig them properly. some of the bones, grimy and deformed as they are, are left with an imprint of her blood as she moves them about with her hand.
finally, she stands, turning to him, empty bag in her hands.]
Do you want to offer a prayer?
[she has a feeling he won't.]