I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
Wessex has most carefully wrapped and buried the Knowtbook somewhere in the Grounds before she leaves with Jata and Isla, wanting to leave as little to chance as possible. She suggests they portal to Torchline and then fly the rest of way - mostly because the Grounds to Stormbreak is just too damn far. Spending most of the shorter flight as a kitsune to minimize the weight Jata has to carry, she only shifts back as the cliffs and stone arches of the city come into view.
Stormclouds darken the Wraith’s pale face as she radiates a reticence and stiffness that she hopes screams I don’t want to be here. She waits for Isla to dismount and then follows at her side, letting the Remedy do her diplomatic thing. When the time for exchanging comes, for the first time before anyone other than her Goddess, Wessex kneels on the cobblestones and bows her head forward. “Go on,” she says aloud to Isla, pointing to a spot on her spine, just where the cervical and thoracic vertebrae meet. Make it messy. And take as long as you need.
Stormclouds darken the Wraith’s pale face as she radiates a reticence and stiffness that she hopes screams I don’t want to be here. She waits for Isla to dismount and then follows at her side, letting the Remedy do her diplomatic thing. When the time for exchanging comes, for the first time before anyone other than her Goddess, Wessex kneels on the cobblestones and bows her head forward. “Go on,” she says aloud to Isla, pointing to a spot on her spine, just where the cervical and thoracic vertebrae meet. Make it messy. And take as long as you need.
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