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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.

Comments

[heirring]

"Perhaps it's an allegory for Andraste's attempts to intercede on behalf of the living world. We are but bumbling creatures, occasionally blessed by her grace—and so on."

From anyone else, the suggestion might be the height of winking comedy. But Wysteria poses the theory quite seriously between one thin spoonful of soup and the next.

"It's hardly as if we can take the story only by its surface. Not when the contents is so divorced from reality."

Here, a pause. Then—

"I assume."

[heorte]

"Only so divorced from reality."

So deadpan that it's hard to tell to what extent Ellis is joking.

There is no further elaboration, only a minor huff of exertion as Ellis leans forward to reclaim the book. The lovingly rendered portrait on the cover of a strapping, red-haired man, tunic rakishly undone for the benefit of the heroine's palm to rest directly against bare skin, is only momentarily visible before Ellis opens the book wide to wear some of the new-bound stiffness from the spine.