[open]

[heirring]

WHO: Wysteria & YOU
WHAT: Anchor-related adventures and/or drama in fantasy September.
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Some anchor and rift-related peril; open stuff is in the comments, but may use this as a catch-all. If an open prompt doesn't suit you, feel free to wildcard me or hit me up and I can write something bespoke. Prose or brackets is a-okay.

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[heirring]

"I have no idea what you could possibly be referring to," seems quite serious, but she is moving along at a clip, so who can truly say. "Now then as a reward for being such a ready accomplish, let us—"

Exactly what she means to offer him as a prize is interrupted by the sudden interjection of an aborted pained noise and Wysteria's stride (ordinarily quite regular, to the point where one might describe her pace as relentless) faltering.

[thereneverwas]

Stopping abruptly at her side, Barrow's hand flies to grip Wysteria's shoulder as though to catch her, even if she hasn't exactly fallen.

"Miss Poppell?"

All gruffness has evaporated from his demeanor, replaced by concern.