[Ryslig? Sounds a little Dutch to her, but since she's of Dutch ancestry that opinion is likely somewhat biased. Oh well, who cares? Not her! Rubbing her hands together in deep fascination, she seeks a small clarification from her birdy companion.]
So is Ryslig what you call purgatory, or...?
[She woke up here immediately after having been stabbed to death and meeting with her own creepy, beloved, racquetball-gear-clad guardian angel. She'd taken Mary's hand, everything had faded to white...and then boom, she's choking on seawater. It's a fair question to ask, though it likely seems bizarre to anyone unaware of her circumstances. That grin, though? Still firmly in place despite the nature of her inquiry.]
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So is Ryslig what you call purgatory, or...?
[She woke up here immediately after having been stabbed to death and meeting with her own creepy, beloved, racquetball-gear-clad guardian angel. She'd taken Mary's hand, everything had faded to white...and then boom, she's choking on seawater. It's a fair question to ask, though it likely seems bizarre to anyone unaware of her circumstances. That grin, though? Still firmly in place despite the nature of her inquiry.]