[So there Nil was, trudging through the difficult snow, forcing her way through despite her new powers of flight. She had long since decided that while that was something she could do, it wasn't especially something she should. There was something about the process of walking which made her feel connected to her human self... even if the difficulty of the situation was starting to grate.]
[Her attention is broken by the sounds of... shoveling? Her optimism of seeing a crew of people making the pathways accessible to all was broken when she saw who was doing the shoveling. Not only was it bizarre, it was grotesque, and probably an affront to the people that those skeletons used to be.]
Necromancy... [She mutters, looking around to see if there was a master to these ensorcelled bone men.]
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[Her attention is broken by the sounds of... shoveling? Her optimism of seeing a crew of people making the pathways accessible to all was broken when she saw who was doing the shoveling. Not only was it bizarre, it was grotesque, and probably an affront to the people that those skeletons used to be.]
Necromancy... [She mutters, looking around to see if there was a master to these ensorcelled bone men.]