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Fra’ Catena sighs, then waves his hand to say that he doesn’t mind.
“Just don’t take too much time. Uxoria is not as forgiving as our Knight of the Gerofalco here,” he grins at Rosandra, who grins back at him.
“I’ll be as quick as I can!” She squeezes Candeloro’s hand right before reaching for the huge black door behind them. She sets her hand against the stone.
“May I come in, Ansàrra?”
Your breath hitches at the way she addresses the Sun-Birther.
There’s a familiarity to it, an easiness… you would haven’t dreamt of in a thousand years, not if you were raised to Sunseeker today.
The stone turns liquid like slick oil, and she disappears inside. You feel yourself fall through the door as the memory drags you within, and your heart burns through your throat as you have barely enough time to cover your eyes, to shield yourself from the holden heat that is spreading through it, that’s eating through every space, filling every time.
There is… a Presence, behind the door.
And it’s like trying to swallow the sun.

>Even through memories, Ansàrra is overwhelming!
>Roll a 1d100+12 (cameo bonus is back), Best of Six
>Pray for good rolls anon…

oooooh boi here we go...