CHAPTER 3 - Sweet Honestea

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(for the actual way the night happened, re: chapter two)


Mouse vigilance relaxed as quickly as it came, and she settled into something almost like a predatory grin. "Honestly Mera, what else did you think it was?"

"I - " Mera's eyes quickly flashed through the scenery. Her head suddenly was pounding.

Soul...bond. Soul bond? Soul bonded to Sadie?

That would make her - a soul...mate?

Good spirits, those are stories, just stories, that didn't happen - Time slowed down and sped up and she felt her blood boil, almost like the Depth-













"CHIMERA," Gray boomed, an unusual authority in her voice, but no one else's stomach seemed to flip.

Amber eyes scanned the room, charred ears attuning through each Flip of Frequency, but there was no cantrip, no alteration, just Gray in front of her, but she was puffed again...but strangely, that predatory look was still on her face, and there was a feral like quality to the giggles that were coming low and breathy -

Oh gods damn her, she was being teased again. Mera bristled and flushed at the ridiculousness. How DARE this little bastard tease her, who the fuck did she think she was messing with??

Mera grit her teeth and tried to get her face back to the normal pale.







"Did. Did you know that sometimes when you're angry," Mera started, pushing her fingers together, making any eye contact other than across the street, across the tables, oceans, oceans away always, just push it aside, she'll let you

- "DID YOU KNOW THATSOMETIMES, YOU GLOW," Mera grit and finished, she could feel the restraint and the crackle begin behind her eyes, but it was the Soothsaying that she could never actually hide.

Oops, she accidentally said something too True, and now Sadie knew how often Mera studied the patterns in the glow she emitted.
















That's what refracted in Mera's eyes - the profound ability to just, tell the truth, as she saw it. That was the gold.

The best poets, after all, were prophets - just with better marketing.

















She had Greens in her eyes that were prone to wandering, prone to worry, the forces that pulled her away from her purpose, and it turned Red into a mukky dull brown, but only sometimes.








Amber, different from the usual Tiefling. Most days it usually caused more problems than it solved.














She knew Sadie could see the refractions. She knew Sadie was not so symmetrical herself, but she was more like a cirrus cloud that could rain one moment and shine brighter than Hells the next, and maybe Mera needed a little bit of that fog to hide the depth into.


Sadie said before she was an elf, didn't she? At least half way - ?





















Halflings little one, Her Mama used to say, the one who told her she was from Anywhere,
Not Nowhere,

and she helped her pick a name that was Nothing and Everything and both and neither and ALL at once.

All Kall, even still. Even hidden.

Even hidden in plane sight.


















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