from the ashes we will rise - pangea meeting

[gospel]

BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMBS
SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES

Her shock had dissolved around the barbed edges of her guilt.
She had defended him from the wrong thing.
She had been too focused on the figure in the shadows that she had not seen whoever it was who’d come along after.

She has cut her tongue ragged on a fanged tooth on her way back to Pangea. Some weak attempt at numbing herself against the emotions swelling dangerously in her chest. An attempt at sedating herself against the memory of it all.

She had watched in some stunned silence as Anaxarete had come to collect the body. And she had felt like a coward as she had followed the magician (on foot, not through a magic she did not possess) back to Pangea. For she had gone home to grieve rather than sought out those who had harmed him.

But she is no hero, Gospel. And she has no choice but to return to Pangea. To regroup. To mourn her first - and perhaps greatest - friend. She had tried to awaken Stave, to tell him, but had not waited long enough to see if her efforts had been successful.

It had not taken long enough to reach Pangea. She had not braced herself enough to watch the shadow magician lay the body to rest. She does not weep, no. It is not in her nature. She merely watches as the rock faces crumble around his likeness. She drags in a ragged breath and grits her teeth until they ache.

She has nothing to contribute. But she swings her focus onto the child, who relays Ghaul’s message from the Afterlife. She feels some sharp sting of something nameless but still does not speak. Just stands there, as if to pledge her allegiance.

gospel

gospel is not technically a member of pangea but the leader of the cove, but she couldn't not be here to see ghaul's body laid to rest and she supports whatever the magicians want to do next