Kanaya. It plays on my tongue everytime it passes my lips. The name feels like a gift. A gift that was meant for me. To make it possible to live.
And fight.
I'll be vacating this body for a little while. Not so much in a 'letting it go' manner, but a vistation elsewhere. She will be running on spare thought. I've never done this before. Do wish me luck.
Rituals do help. Light a few candles, I enjoy sandalwood.
But in earnest, I do need a star chart. It makes it far easier if I am to do it solely myself.
I awake in a new no world.
This time, the body is on Pospit, dressing in ornate god wear.
It seems I have been appointed court Seer.
Good morning, by the way.
I lock hands with yours
And then we dive down into the floor
Seven thousand miles 'til we reach the core
And then we circle back and we stomp some more, got it?
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I strangely feel positively about this sudden arrangement, be it fleeting as I feel it to be. Perhaps there are pangs of impostor syndrome beating at my skull, but it does just feel rather good otherwise.