There is a brief sense of touch, like a soft hand upon a jaw to try and steady someone in a panic, of dark, dark eyes perceiving, sharp ears hearing. Ah. So this was the shape his fortune had taken, the result of the choice she had told him would ripple across Kenos.
It ripples past her.
Then it is gone.
Leaving a woman who does not keep anything of value in Yima's Manor standing where she was in Heliopolis, in the shape of a woman dressed in the colors of mourning for the Tribune she had served loyally for years and years. Though she looks towards Highstorm... Another clerk calls "her" name across the courtyard, and "she" runs off to return to "her" duty without any indication of having received a communion at all.]
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There is a brief sense of touch, like a soft hand upon a jaw to try and steady someone in a panic, of dark, dark eyes perceiving, sharp ears hearing. Ah. So this was the shape his fortune had taken, the result of the choice she had told him would ripple across Kenos.
It ripples past her.
Then it is gone.
Leaving a woman who does not keep anything of value in Yima's Manor standing where she was in Heliopolis, in the shape of a woman dressed in the colors of mourning for the Tribune she had served loyally for years and years. Though she looks towards Highstorm... Another clerk calls "her" name across the courtyard, and "she" runs off to return to "her" duty without any indication of having received a communion at all.]