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6/18/2025, 11:41:27 PM
>>6260762
thanks for voting even if it was late, anon. these last few days the Quest is in haste...
>>6260090
[i]What has happened to you?[/i]
If only you could find an answer.
All you can hang onto is shattered memories, and the feeling that something is wrong.
That this piece of the puzzle you are still missing has cratered all the others, and the Cameo was just the vessel, and not the answer itself.
“I— we—” there are people all around you, as Carnaval reaches out to you, her fingers brushing against your cheek. You jolt.
You almost expected it would have burned you (are you damned now?), but it does not. And yet— there is nothing besides the firmness of her knuckles against your soft cheek, just skin, no warmth, no heat… you can’t feel even Carnaval’s own connection to the Sun-Birther, she who is closest to Her.
You gulp.
She asked you a question.
Shame burns in the depth of your stomach as you reply, your lips slowly remembering how to form and shape words.
“I failed.” There is no ‘we’ in that. You were the one responsible for dealing with Willow, and you were the one who turned the mission into a disaster.
The words of comfort you shared with Rubida and Soralisa back at the Asterite mansion feel like faint memories, like lines you might have read in a book, like voices you might have heard acted at a puppet play.
Why did you think you could do anything else?
“You…” Carnaval hesitates, then seems to hesitate. “Have you seen the Worm?”
You tremble against her touch.
“Y-Yes.”
“Come with me.” She scoops you up in her arms and you rest against her bosom, skin against skin — your scuffed and sweaty one against her perfect marble firmness. “Did you use the feather I gave you?”
“There was no chance. I did not want to hurt Willow.”
A glint passes through her golden eyes, like a flash of the sun between thunderous clouds.
“Where is it now?”
“They have taken it,” you explain, holding the cameo against your chest. “Do not take this too. Please. Master…” you almost plead with her to carry you to Master, to let you explain to him how sorry you are. Together you can find a solution, you can find a way out of this. By the grace of the Sun-Birther…
[cont.]
thanks for voting even if it was late, anon. these last few days the Quest is in haste...
>>6260090
[i]What has happened to you?[/i]
If only you could find an answer.
All you can hang onto is shattered memories, and the feeling that something is wrong.
That this piece of the puzzle you are still missing has cratered all the others, and the Cameo was just the vessel, and not the answer itself.
“I— we—” there are people all around you, as Carnaval reaches out to you, her fingers brushing against your cheek. You jolt.
You almost expected it would have burned you (are you damned now?), but it does not. And yet— there is nothing besides the firmness of her knuckles against your soft cheek, just skin, no warmth, no heat… you can’t feel even Carnaval’s own connection to the Sun-Birther, she who is closest to Her.
You gulp.
She asked you a question.
Shame burns in the depth of your stomach as you reply, your lips slowly remembering how to form and shape words.
“I failed.” There is no ‘we’ in that. You were the one responsible for dealing with Willow, and you were the one who turned the mission into a disaster.
The words of comfort you shared with Rubida and Soralisa back at the Asterite mansion feel like faint memories, like lines you might have read in a book, like voices you might have heard acted at a puppet play.
Why did you think you could do anything else?
“You…” Carnaval hesitates, then seems to hesitate. “Have you seen the Worm?”
You tremble against her touch.
“Y-Yes.”
“Come with me.” She scoops you up in her arms and you rest against her bosom, skin against skin — your scuffed and sweaty one against her perfect marble firmness. “Did you use the feather I gave you?”
“There was no chance. I did not want to hurt Willow.”
A glint passes through her golden eyes, like a flash of the sun between thunderous clouds.
“Where is it now?”
“They have taken it,” you explain, holding the cameo against your chest. “Do not take this too. Please. Master…” you almost plead with her to carry you to Master, to let you explain to him how sorry you are. Together you can find a solution, you can find a way out of this. By the grace of the Sun-Birther…
[cont.]
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