I'm Actually Really Proud Of This Chapter. Iy Has Charlotte And Benny In It, And I Love Them. I Hope

I'm actually really proud of this chapter. Iy has Charlotte and Benny in it, and I love them. I hope I did the justice...

"The red... it's everywhere... Can't you see it...?!"

If I don't draw for a few days, I start getting rusty, so I have to fart out something like this to remind my hand how to art.

By the end of both branches of The Road Not Trekked, Nerr is suffering from serious, irreperable brain damage, both traumatic and hypoxic (as a result of actually dying rather than almost dying, and being brain dead for several minutes). She suffers from near constant migraines and her fine motor skills have taken a hit (she can walk, but she has difficulty feeding herself), to say nothing of the insomnia, mood swings and hypogeusia (a taste disorder that reduces your ability to taste... well, flavor). She can deal with all that, and had been dealing with most of it for months already, but the thing that bothers her is the red. She occasionally experiences hallucinations, mostly triggered during moments of extreme stress when she sees warm colors (reds, oranges and yellows- if you read my fic, you'll know why that triggers it). She occasionally has violent outbursts at these times, but usually goes into a catatonic state for several minutes.

It doesn't matter what side she's on; Nerr never wins the war.

"I don't need your reassurance, Xander, nor yours, Camilla- I know I'm fabulous." Nerr is the kind of bitch who does not have any fucks to give. That's why she wears a hairpin, a daidem AND a big ass hat and looks FANTASTIC while doing so, because how DARE you tell her that's too cluttered, Leo. Just look at that pretty motherfucker. That is the sway of a woman who will eat your family then attend a gala in honor of the victims of this morning's tragic dragon attack. ...I think I'm actually a little jealous of Gunther now...