Intro Overflow: May

[moustre]

Intro Log: May, Overflow

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[veilfires]

[That is an answer, he doesn’t point out, the answer any loyal soldier invariably internalises at some point. Instead he obligingly heeds it as a polite ‘back off’, with a neutral]

Hm.

[and turns his head back towards the sunlight. A long moment elapses in the hush of dawn. The sun’s a bright ellipse, now, and it’s a radiant sight, but he watches the twin moons. They’ve been turned by the light of day into dwindling, ephemeral things, though they lit up the night. When he breaks the silence, it’s in a voice as faded as those moons.]

The light of this world has pierced my illusions. I had never imagined so much lay beyond the narrow confines of what I had imagined was all of reality. Not until I saw how small my world looked, reflected in the mirror.

If there is any chance I can learn here how my world can yet be saved... [Or rather, be saved without such an awful price. A vow, made to the sunrise:]

I will search. In the hope Geargadas has more truths yet to reveal to us.

[guillotine]

[ Nel focuses on the seconds between each inhale, each exhale, because the alternative is to dwell on that mysterious 'hm' and turn it over and over and over again, never getting any closer to solving it.

The subdued pitch of his rejoinder restores some of that precious equilibrium. If this speaks to vulnerability, let his be the carrion to occupy the crows. ]

Small, maybe. Narrow, sure, or confined. That world is yours.

[ It hurts. Her throat and head hurt. Illusions pierced, reflections cracking, splintering, clocks and time and the fabric of a universe ripping... gone. Returned. Inexplicable, and still everything in a sacred kingdom is meant to be the same. ]

What's mine is mine. I won't compromise one reality for another, but you have my sword arm.

[veilfires]

[Her choice of maxim is wearying. Perhaps because it is the kind he would have said himself, long, long ago, when he believed in his brave, empty words. It’s easy to assert you wouldn’t sacrifice one world to save your own when you’ve never faced such a choice. He does not admire it – but he wouldn’t wish the choice upon her, either.]

That is all I could ask.

[They’re in the light of a sunrise in full bloom, but half his face is hidden by the shadow it casts. They are allies, then – to a point. It’s better to face a new day and a new world with that in hand.]