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[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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[nonvenomous]

The answer is briefly clear on his face, caught out by the unexpected pushpin of her turning to ask him. It catches behind his teeth, creases his brow with a wry indifference that makes him look older than he is. The nature of their existence here doesn’t matter.

Most of them will vanish and be forgotten, as dozens of their predecessors have.

It would be deeply insensitive of him to say so.

“In keeping with your theory, I believe we are collected from elsewhere in the Fade by a desperate entity searching for help in the war against the blight’s unmaking of this world.”

The time he takes to answer with his hands paused mid-scrub could be wholly attributed to careful thought. Both answers are true, and he’s comfortable enough in that to resume his work.

“We’re here to serve a purpose.”