|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf)
WARNING: this doll contains Violence
There were definite advantages to everyone believing you were dead. In general, fewer people tried to kill you, for example. Brin and Hawkeye had once again returned to mortal Russia, just in case their pursuers attempted to track him through the forest of the Twilight Realm, got fantastically lucky, and actually found their trail. Hence, the Candeliana Witch and Oakenling were taking the Trans-Siberian Railway east.
It was growing late, and Hawkeye had dropped into a light slumber, but Brin was idly gazing out of the window, watching travelers get on and off of the train, and enjoying the respite from constantly having to fight for their lives. She would probably have noticed the uniformed Damians even had one not looked up to scan the passenger compartment. As it was, green eyes met red ones, and the still tableau suddenly became tense.