>>6035326You three share a look. Salicera glances at a fallen branch nearby, which you pick up.
“I will do it.”
After all, if Salicera falls— you don’t even want to think about it.
And if it’s Rubida, Soralisa would be heartbroken.
You take the branch and reach for the central figure, the man — you give a light tap on the seashell’s mask.
Your breath catches in your throat.
Nothing happens.
There is no—
<span class="mu-s">Silimma hemeen, mi’kur-ra.</span>
