Her Absurd Plan
"Lori..." Asher began, his voice softer, infused with a rare humility, "I know it's shameless of me, but I need your help."
Asher stepped to the side so as not to look at her back and get cursed with despair.
Lori's triangular head didn't even shift, though Asher could see her dark purple eyes filled with tears from the side.
The fierceness that had once defined her was absent, replaced now by a vulnerability that echoed the deep well of her grief, "Go away... ssss..." She weakly hissed without even lifting her head.
But her voice, barely above a whisper, trembled with the weight of her sorrow as she kept gazing at the bones of her father, relics of her deepest loss.
Asher observed her, the mighty serpent reduced to a figure of despair, submerged in her pain.
The stark contrast between her once majestic and terrifying presence and her current broken state was jarring.