07-05-2026, 08:40 AM
She watches it grow, rising up from the aggregate magic, a slim thread of light that does not shine. The how of it - the quest - is unknown to the little fairy that watches it grow. It too, is an aggregate, singular only until lost in the magic.
The thread rises, spins, faster at the thought of feet on ice, a bow.
She is called away and her watching ends, summoned by a petitioner on the far side of the Mountain.
The magic remains, waiting, until Fazia returns. It had known she would come. Her next breath is cold enough to hurt, and then it is done.
There is no flash of light, no rush of wind.
Fazia now has the trait Possession. The database has also been updated with this so no need to post in Updates.
The thread rises, spins, faster at the thought of feet on ice, a bow.
She is called away and her watching ends, summoned by a petitioner on the far side of the Mountain.
The magic remains, waiting, until Fazia returns. It had known she would come. Her next breath is cold enough to hurt, and then it is done.
There is no flash of light, no rush of wind.
Fazia now has the trait Possession. The database has also been updated with this so no need to post in Updates.