Brottstycke 7

“Oh, I can’t die now”, Iwana said dismissingly while putting her hands on her hips with an outrageously defiant air about her. The elder klicked her tongue like old ladies do while squeezing the young woman’s shoulder in what was supposed to be a reassuring way.
“My dear, everyone is afraid of dying, there is nothing to be ashamed of”, the old woman told her, making Amroth shake his head in defeat. The old lady clearly didn’t know who she was dealing with here. Iwana herself frowned at these words, and for a moment she didn’t quite seem to understand them. A few heartbeats of silence ensued before she started shaking her head wildly, tossing her hair from side to side.
“No, no, no”, she repeated in synch with her hairtossing, before she stilled and explained herself. “I didn’t say that I’m afraid of dying, I didn’t say that I don’t want to die. I just can’t die now, I’ve got a prophecy to fulfill, you see!”