>>5142963>>5142244>>5142251You’ve put it off as long as you can, it seems: you must pay Edwin a visit. Well… Maybe that’s not quite right. You WANT to. It’s not just to get your things: you want to have breakfast with him, to reassure him that you’re alright, and to make sure that he is also.
‘And maybe to get some of the mana-loaded cream all up in us?’ Irinnile asks hopefully.
You studiously ignore her, instead setting about tidying yourself up. You don’t want to worry to poor silly male over nothing, and so you regrettably must dispose of your golden dress—perhaps the single nicest piece Agatha Johan has yet made for you. It saddens you to throw it away but, soiled by several bloody battles and now torn apart by Siz-Gamid’s bone-studded fist, it has served you for the last time. You lay it to rest with the corpse of the prostitute you slew, and sadly watch it wash away.
With this matter attended to, you set to work preparing for a dream-delving expedition, to get your human pet in the right mood to receive you… But you find your efforts stymied. As you enter the necessary meditative state, you find it incredibly difficult to separate your astral form from your physical. At first you’re uncertain as to why but, as you open your eyes, it becomes apparent: dawn’s first light is cresting over the parapets and rooftops of Hawksong.
“May the sun be damned,” you mutter in the True Speech. Then, in Northern Common-tongue: “Fuck!”
‘You tell ‘em,’ Irinnile cheers you on bemusedly, with a mischievous giggle. She stops when she senses your ire.
Well, there’s nothing for it, you suppose. You uncross your legs, stand, stretch in greeting to that most-accursed sun, and you set out to meet Edwin. Beneath your enchanted cloak, you use Irinnile’s abilities to manifest a leather dress from shapeshifted skin—red and black, the colours most natural to the demon within.
‘Don’t worry, babe, we look fucking HOT!’
‘We’re clashy,’ you reply sullenly.
It takes you almost two hours on foot to reach the Engel manor. Perhaps carriage-rides have spoiled you, or perhaps the last few days have just been especially exhausting, but walking everywhere seems an utter chore to you this day, and you’re glad for it to be over and done with. When you reach the gate, it is welcome respite.
