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5/21/2025, 10:45:59 PM
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>I wanted Rosandra
there's another chance anon
>I see, so that means I have chance, right ?
not with her, but she'll be glad to sell you her dakimakuras anon
>big marble knockers
that's still a mystery. Perhaps only Saint Bragia knew the answer.
# # # # # #
You have decided to stop believing in luck.
The world after all turns because Ansàrra wishes it to.
But if someone asked, you would say that you feel indeed lucky for having your friends at your side.
“Hnngh,” you groan when you miss another step, and lean against Soralisa, who still upholds your weight quite well. In fact, she doesn’t seem to mind at all, and her cheeks show a faint flush.
Maybe it’s the torchlight.
Rubida leads the way, holding up a sphere of golden brightness, which bathes your steps and of those behind you. The rest is wavering, dancing torchlight, casting the world in shades of grey and brown as you proceed downhill.
Your body is having a hard time coming back. You were already shaken by what you found at the camp and by the conversation with Rosandra; rather than the physical effort, it was how easily you lost yourself in your inner world that wore you out to this degree.
You sway and almost stumble again.
“Careful now,” Rubisa warns you, tilting her head towards Rosandra, who is at the head of the group, the six bodies floating over her, as well as the skewered Mage, who keeps moaning weak groans of pain or perhaps pity. At this point it might be clear enough she is learning a less etched into her very flesh.
“How did you find her?” Soralisa asks, helping to guide you through a difficult passage when the entire crowd has to squeeze between sharp rocks, the trail having collapsed due to recent rains.
“I know not,” you mutter, scraping your body against the rocks. Your armour protects you from the stone, and in fact it leaves deep scratches where it bites into the walls, but it still presses hard against your chest. “I was wandering, and then I felt a call. Like she expected me to be there with her. I tried to reach out, but it was even more difficult — and it was like a huge dark cloud was keeping me away, pulsating and pushing and rebuking my attempts.” You sigh. “I missed my chance. I would have wanted to tell her—”
[cont.]
>I wanted Rosandra
there's another chance anon
>I see, so that means I have chance, right ?
not with her, but she'll be glad to sell you her dakimakuras anon
>big marble knockers
that's still a mystery. Perhaps only Saint Bragia knew the answer.
# # # # # #
You have decided to stop believing in luck.
The world after all turns because Ansàrra wishes it to.
But if someone asked, you would say that you feel indeed lucky for having your friends at your side.
“Hnngh,” you groan when you miss another step, and lean against Soralisa, who still upholds your weight quite well. In fact, she doesn’t seem to mind at all, and her cheeks show a faint flush.
Maybe it’s the torchlight.
Rubida leads the way, holding up a sphere of golden brightness, which bathes your steps and of those behind you. The rest is wavering, dancing torchlight, casting the world in shades of grey and brown as you proceed downhill.
Your body is having a hard time coming back. You were already shaken by what you found at the camp and by the conversation with Rosandra; rather than the physical effort, it was how easily you lost yourself in your inner world that wore you out to this degree.
You sway and almost stumble again.
“Careful now,” Rubisa warns you, tilting her head towards Rosandra, who is at the head of the group, the six bodies floating over her, as well as the skewered Mage, who keeps moaning weak groans of pain or perhaps pity. At this point it might be clear enough she is learning a less etched into her very flesh.
“How did you find her?” Soralisa asks, helping to guide you through a difficult passage when the entire crowd has to squeeze between sharp rocks, the trail having collapsed due to recent rains.
“I know not,” you mutter, scraping your body against the rocks. Your armour protects you from the stone, and in fact it leaves deep scratches where it bites into the walls, but it still presses hard against your chest. “I was wandering, and then I felt a call. Like she expected me to be there with her. I tried to reach out, but it was even more difficult — and it was like a huge dark cloud was keeping me away, pulsating and pushing and rebuking my attempts.” You sigh. “I missed my chance. I would have wanted to tell her—”
[cont.]
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