Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170220152058

Anansin gently turns Cyndwella around to face her. "Understand that the chance you are given will not guarantee success, or happiness, or longevity. Tragedy may befall you yet again.  And in doing so, remember that your knowledge of this place will wane, and become a mere shadow in your mind.  You will never fully remember it, or us, and it will haunt you until the end of your days."

''But it is the rarest of gifts...a chance. A chance to defy fate, to rewrite your life as you see fit. It is a gift afforded to a precious few, granted to only the most favored, the dark blessed. You will walk in the shadow of the one who manipulates eternity itself, and in His blessing you will rewrite the Infinite in your wake. So choose, my little foxfire. Think, and choose...''

For what may be a minute, or a hundred years, Cyndwella dwells on her choice, and what has happened. She looks up, into the eyes of the Black Queen, and speaks her decision...

(Okay, I'm done until you need the Doc.)