I went to the Nagalands with wings deployed. Partly because I felt the entity’s curiosity when I deployed them during “Split The Sky”, and partly to let it know I was okay after “A Sacrificed Heart”, and partly to use that as excuse to make sure I had not harmed entity nor robe.
I felt the wind play with the feathers while I stood by the boulder. The cool breeze felt nice on my face. I saw a scorch mark on the ground by the river and started towards it.
The fit wrenched me and I fell. I remember stiffly hitting the sand.
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I’m in the lair. I think. I can smell Naga Lord Snake but can’t see him despite open eyes. I try to ask what happened but only garbled noises come from me.
“You’re going to feel that for a while. Rest.”
Something cool and damp wipes my face. I remember naught else.
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3am, I wake up feeling sore and hot. My mouth has that metal taste again. My joints pop as I sit up. I’m wired and wide awake.
I haven’t been back to sleep since.
There may be shenanigans later this evening.