<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/CorinneLorimer.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Corinne Lorimer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1945676)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Tender Boat<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Same ol' silk nightgown.<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Sad times.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Corinne scanned the flickering lights below the water, but finally had to give the cause up as lost. Yvonne was gone. The sudden absence of danger impressed itself in the most unwelcome way. Her fraught nerves suddenly felt raw and ragged, the lingering survival impulses suddenly lacking a convenient outlet. She quietly slipped her hand into Zoe's, seeking comfort as much as she sought to comfort her friend, as tears began to run down her face.<br/><br/>Aloisa's instructions called her attention outward once more. With her free hand, Corinne quickly swept the tears away, though her voice was still shaky and fraught. "A-all I have," she stammered, "are my notebooks and writing supplies." She considered for a moment longer. "There's a small knife in my bag, a-and my spell book of course." Her hand drifted up to a small golden chain around her neck, toying with the amulet that hung there. "And this... It's a focus for my magic." She was so accustomed to wearing, indeed she slept with it, that she often forgot it was there entirely. Her fingers clasped around it tighter, until she could feel the engraving - a coiled serpent with bared fangs - digging into her palm. It was hardly a talisman to protect her against further evils, but it brought her a strange comfort nonetheless.