She stood on the branch where she and Raide had often met, the white and purple robes indicating her status as a priestess fluttering in the summer breeze. She’d passed one of Them on her way out here, and was fairly sure she’d recognized the face, but hadn’t bothered with even her standard priestly greeting. She was intent on her destination, and the time for pleasantries was long past.
Her skin flared a shadowy purple at the thought, and she quickly shut down that line of thought.
Her purpose was clear, and the time was now. The dreams had shown her as much, when they’d pushed past her mental barriers and started flashing during the waking hours.
Edesia jumped into the willing arms of the Nether.
At last, solace.
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