>>6161086As if on cue, Sandora reaches you, looking worn out. She glances at your body and gives you a half-smile.
“I heard about this proposition. I am not sure it may work, especially against something as raw as the Starry influence flowing through a Third Seat. We can certainly try. I also have, though…” she sits before you. “A couple propositions. I will hate one of them and you will hate the other one.”
“Something like this comes up only now?”
“Things are much worse than I thought. And the involvement of your patron in this is a bit too close for my comfort. This is something I would have kept to myself.”
Behind the visor, you close your eyes. Ansàrra — the Sun-Birther has passed through you before, but it was never this raw. Perhaps it’s just the place you are in, or perhaps — it felt almost eager.
As if She was also reaching out for something She wanted.
All these visions, all these weights on your shoulder — they must mean something. If only Master was here.
“You are scared you would burn,” you add.
“I am well aware that, in the eyes of the Gilded Lady, I hold far less value than the four of you,” she agrees with a wry grin. “I feel her hand is growing heavy.”
“Let’s hear these propositions.” You say. “But I will have to find an agreement with the others.”
The Asterite nods.
“Very well.”
<span class="mu-r">Let’s hear the one she hates, first.</span>
<span class="mu-b">Let’s hear the one you will hate, first.</span>
<span class="mu-g">Wait — how come she is speaking about these things now? What about her Crow? You’d rather not call the Throne’s anger upon yourself because an Asterite reveals some secret. Speak about this in the Temple, perhaps?</span>
<span class="mu-s">Isn’t there anything else you can try to propose? Perhaps some of those last-moment insights you had…</span>
thanks for playing. Sandora sure likes her secrets, hm? And Ansàrra's presence certainly knocks some sense in the heart of heathens. Or is it that pesky self-preservation instinct? 