Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170220123517

(Well, I kinda knew it was going to happen)

The sight before Cyndwella's eyes fades into something familiar, something intimate. She floats in the Mobius, the Tower of Destinies, the strands of fate linking the obsidian memories all aroumd her. Their invisible strands reflect rainbow hies as the dim light catches them, and she bumps into one as she drifts along.

"Am I...home?  Home at last?" She turns her head, searching. "Anansin, are you there?  What happened"?

"You achieved your goal.  Your soul's desire has been granted, and your burden lifted.  And yes, you are now home."

Welcome back, little foxfire.

Anansin comes crawling from the depths of the infinite tower, and Aidlis floats near her.

"Aidlis!  Why am I here?  What's going on?" Cyndwella says, holding a strand to stabilize herself. Aidlis floats up and pulls Cyndwella close.

''You understand now the burden that comes with consequence. You know now why we do not tell those who return what is expected of them. This they must discover for themselves, or their task is meaningless.''

"And you understand the meaning of your own return to the world, should you choose to," Anansin says, reaching out and stroking Cyndwella's hair.

"Yes...I do..." she says, her voice lacking conviction.

"And what do you choose?"

"I..."