As the iterator, the esteemed Silver of Straw, a stalwart and skilled member of the Order of the Golden Scribe, stood tall on the windswept plateau, her eyes squinting against the blinding intensity of the bright yellow glow that had suddenly erupted in the sky, half-blinding her with its radiant brilliance and causing her to stumble backwards, her usually steady hand faltering as she clutched at the ancient tome bound in worn leather that lay open on the weathered stone before her, her thoughts reeling as she struggled to comprehend the significance of this otherworldly illumination, which seemed to pulse with an energy both fierce and ancient, as if the very fabric of reality itself was being rent asunder by this burst of celestial radiance, and yet, even as her vision was obscured by the yellow glow's intense light, Silver of Straw felt an inexplicable sense of danger and pain rising within her, as if this marvel might be a harbinger of bad change and transformation to come to the world
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Two iterators in a chamber (Rainworld fan fiction)
FanfictionSliver of straw and looks to the moon both have feelings for each other! What will they do when they are in the same chamber?
