>>6088850“It is over,” Riberia sighs once again. All the weight of the scars, the travels, the losses and triumphs of the past fifty years detach from her shoulders like fallen leaves.
“The quest fulfilled at last,” the Blessed Blind mutters, his old fingers reaching for one of the thin knotted locks he braided his hair with, and wrapping the final knot at the end of it. “Thank you for your dedication, Young One.”
Riberia covers his free hand with hers.
“It was supposed to be my duty, and those before me.” She gulps, trying to find the right words. “Seraniolo di Duodecima Ora,” she begins, naming the Blessed Blind by his rank. “What now?”
“Now we can all rest,” he replies, rubbing her palm with a gentle turn of his finger. “You did well, young one. You and all your friend will share in the boons of a fulfilled quest, and an important one at that. We all will.”
“Sunseeker—” Riberia whispers, like a secret shared between the two of them.
“Sunseeker,” Seraniolo repeats, his free hand rubbing at his forehead. “At last. At long, long last.”
Provided, of course, that heretical piece of artwork was indeed the last one.
>Choose one for the next update (one-time-only action)>Riberia prods the Blessed Blind: even after all this, are they really sure this cameo was the very last one?>Riberia asks the old, wizened Blessed Blind what he expects to see once he reaches the highest honour in the Holy Land. Can he give her at least a glimpse of how he expects the glory of Ansàrra to be like?>Riberia decides to ask if he has heard about the rumours… one of the Seven Sisters, perhaps treacherous Taygete herself, is getting restless. Carnaval seems to get involved. Even after this glorious moment, trouble ahead?>Riberia holds out a hand, caught in a sudden thought — shouldn’t she ask about… [Write-In] 