Life with DeathFor several years now, Liaid Unfath had lived life with death looking over her shoulder.Life with Death by venort
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Currently, Death was watching her as she sculpted a ceramic vase; a birthday gift for her father-in-law.
'I wish you wouldn't do that,' she said softly.
'What?' the God of Death, who preferred to be known as Marwolaeth, asked.
'You're watching me again.' Liaid took her hands away from the wheel for a moment: her pale skin was spattered with red-brown clay, locally imported. She'd grown up in Ristion, and had learned the basics of her trade on Ristion clay; this stuff was of much lower quality.
'What else do you suggest I do?' Marwolaeth drifted around and into her field of view: He was human-shaped, but His form was far from human. He was comprised of thousands upon thousands of tiny, writhing tendrils, and His body appeared to be a window to some... other realm; many believed it to be an afterlife of sorts, although Marwolaeth had avoided the issue when Liaid asked outright.
She also tried not to