Rolled 12, 2, 17, 6, 14 = 51 (5d20)
>>5845793It was a deeply unfair situation, there was no denying it. Izirina had violated your trust, and endangered Costella—an innocent, uninvolved in all this craziness-in the process. You had put your trust in her… So why couldn’t she do the same? You’d SAID you would help her, so why couldn’t she just WAIT?! This was supposed to be a quick little trip to the hill and back, and it was for HER benefit!
But… Damnit… Why did the prospect also excite you so?
You could break the spell and escape. You KENW that. Whether you could drag Izzy back with you? No doubt resisting you, and with more mana in reserve than you had… Well, that was another matter entirely. But you didn’t need to be here. There was even a god chance you could bring Costella with you. There were risks, sure, but FAR less than the unknown and unknowable risk of staying. You could leave, if you wanted. You could return to safety, to normalcy.
But you didn’t leave. You stayed.
“Izzy… Gods damn you,” you grimaced through what, to anyone who saw it, must have looked like a grin—a madman’s grin.
Izirina Henzler’s own broad smile only widened, as she recognized your decision.
“What’s going on?” wailed Costella.
“Just follow our lead!” you shouted back. “Whatever you do, DON’T LET GO!”
The dance began. It was a clumsy thing, levitating in empty space—an awkward swinging of arms, a kicking of legs. You were like unskilled swimmers, splashing about. The thing about <Free Movement>, however, was that NO swimmer would remain unskilled for long while possessed of such a power—you would adapt. Your movements became more natural, more graceful—the grace of elves, and more than that of their ancient and divine ancestor—guided you as you began to attune to the place. The roaring of the infinite inferno to your right, the phantasmal gale to your left… It all became as natural and normal as the sound of the blood pumping in your ears, as the sound of your own breathing, as background noise.
Allowing your voice to reverberate through the alien aether of the plane-between-planes, as easily as it normally would through air or through water, you began to sing:
“Belbau nossta ulu uns'aa ghil!
Ori'gato uns'aa el lu'tlu rosin 'sohna, 'sovah, xondyerna lu'k'olah.
Ori'gato uns'aa dro ghil lu'nin; ori'gato nindol k'lar lu'draeval dro wun uns'aa, mziln.
Ori'gato uns'aa ssinssrigg, lu'tlu 'che, erl'eleeus 'zil l'dalhar wun nind ilhar, lu'tlu rosin natha seke ligah d'nindol sel thac'zil, dalninuk ulu nindel vel'bolen dron lu'dalninil ulu nindel vel'bolen elar!”
As you sang and danced, the spirit which was in you spread outwards, as the warmth of the fire and the fury of the storm flooded inward. With each breath out, a bit of that which you were, and had ever been, escaped; with each breath in, a part of this strange place entered you. Like osmosis, you found equilibrium between yourself and a new world, to which you were alien.