[The Zenith energy in her body doesn’t feel as if it doesn’t belong. Not enough. Not as much as it should. Hopelessness is not an emotion she is unfamiliar with. She has mourned her world even as she fought viciously to return to it, throwing herself into service for the only power that claimed it would return her to the place that must exist if she is ever to fulfill the only duty she has left.
But she cannot abide it. The Oracle has made it clear how this contest will be decided, and she cannot allow herself to linger in the grey between Zenith and Meridian any longer. She cannot allow anyone else to, either. Still, it takes her time to separate her own thoughts from the jumble of shard-bearer’s thoughts bleeding into communion, to fight through the reminder of everything about her worlds that wasn’t worth saving…
Until she finds the mind she wishes to reach out to, across the mix of people and roots beneath the great dead tree.]
FOR AMOS ➳ HOW IT’S MEANT TO BE ➳ 話し合っても放せない物
But she cannot abide it. The Oracle has made it clear how this contest will be decided, and she cannot allow herself to linger in the grey between Zenith and Meridian any longer. She cannot allow anyone else to, either. Still, it takes her time to separate her own thoughts from the jumble of shard-bearer’s thoughts bleeding into communion, to fight through the reminder of everything about her worlds that wasn’t worth saving…
Until she finds the mind she wishes to reach out to, across the mix of people and roots beneath the great dead tree.]
Amos.