WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
It was done. Tanau no longer suffers, or so it seemed. Kiada had been devoured by the magma. Their lives move on. Whether or not it was worth it has yet to be seen, but the cogs are ticking, the if-thens and the wild possibilities that only the audacious (if slow-moving) Wraith seems capable of dreaming up.
The demigod stands before the Eirachi’s shrine in the Underground, taking a good long time to look at the icey atlar she’d created (with some help). Ice, fire - those were obvious, but what would the Flowerbirth and Leafchange Gods be like? Surely they, too, exist? It’s something she’ll likely avoid asking, for there are other tasks on her docket for this year and it seems like it’s time to turn her eye back to her creator.
But first - acknowledgement.
“It’s done,” she says, gazing into the ice. “Your brother no longer suffers like before.”
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Quest turn in, from: a promise in a mouth of savage teeth
Completed in: {KQ} brother, where art thou
The demigod stands before the Eirachi’s shrine in the Underground, taking a good long time to look at the icey atlar she’d created (with some help). Ice, fire - those were obvious, but what would the Flowerbirth and Leafchange Gods be like? Surely they, too, exist? It’s something she’ll likely avoid asking, for there are other tasks on her docket for this year and it seems like it’s time to turn her eye back to her creator.
But first - acknowledgement.
“It’s done,” she says, gazing into the ice. “Your brother no longer suffers like before.”
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Quest turn in, from: a promise in a mouth of savage teeth
Completed in: {KQ} brother, where art thou
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
