Anarion

Princess-Champions of Hyperborea

Beautiful. I have absolutely no idea which things Kazelia had used already, since we didn't rest and I didn't double check on the refresh gear option coming to Jedad before we lost access to the character sheets.

If memory serves, I refreshed her staff of protection, so that's 2/2. Used 1 food, so that's 1/2. Have 2/2 healing still (I think...), and 0/2 wizardly baubles because Morgina Fang is a big meanie.

Princess-Champions of Hyperborea

Kazelia hovers in her unique stillness. It's not dissimilar to watching the world from outside of it, which she's done, what, twice now? Once astride Shiva when she was a great star-filled steed of the night, watching the fight between Oberon and Ourania from a perch in the night sky. And then once again when she had slipped Oberon's clutches and gone outside. Funny, Ourania had been there too, and she and Oberon had fought again, with Ourania's resplendent soul on full display for the viewer who stood on the outside of the veil.

This, then, made for quite the pity. She wasn't truly outside and Ourania was very much not here, she was simply enveloped in a unique silence that offered her clarity in the moment. That single moment hung suspended in the air like a crystal chandelier: the bells striking the whole world, Alina landing in the cactus patch full of joy, Adila hovering with her paws up in that oddly helpful way that put Kazelia in mind of a friendly puppy.

Then the moment shattered, and Kazelia was moving as fast as she had ever moved in her life. She leaped from the balloon and kicked Shiva forward with a rainbow glimmer of crystal wings. The winds were all at her back now and she was less a rider on a Pegasus than she was her own miniature sandstorm hurtling into the clock tower with the oddly light tinkling of sand flying past glass, though it's anyone's guess if a single other person besides Kazelia can hear anything right now.

She's chasing Azora, flying in headfirst to where or...whenever that portal was going. To Eupheria? To many Eupherias? She tried to remember what Ourania had said, and she remembered too that Hyperborea had its special share of impossible things: devil manses and sealed tombs, and that she should not think this so odd in such a world.

She trusted the others would follow. She trusted them, more than she'd trusted anyone. At least since...since the first time, since she had once trusted Azora, years ago, worlds ago, in a time when they'd both danced in sun dappled groves and even Oberon hadn't truly known himself yet.