[ She pulls down one of the jackets, touching all of its details. The sturdiness of the zippers, the pointlessness of the studs in the leather. While distracted with her inspection, she answers Kimmuriel a little more thoughtlessly, ]
Not used to being a woman... Always been Hunter first.
[ A small crease settles between her brows. ]
Woman is what breaks.
[ She probably sounds batty, drifting off into rumination on an eldritch rite that Kimmuriel doesn't know anything about. Meanwhile, it's all that Anna knows. The voices of old gods have been burned into her mind; things she can never unsee or forget. It has changed her, she is not all there. ]
no subject
Not used to being a woman... Always been Hunter first.
[ A small crease settles between her brows. ]
Woman is what breaks.
[ She probably sounds batty, drifting off into rumination on an eldritch rite that Kimmuriel doesn't know anything about. Meanwhile, it's all that Anna knows. The voices of old gods have been burned into her mind; things she can never unsee or forget. It has changed her, she is not all there. ]