– and they're dragged into another plane and dragged right back out and –
They're in Arhyde. Moa takes a nanosecond to get her bearings. They're in the outskirts of Arhyde, the biggest city on Ylt, the ice-covered Realm. Moa yanks Thess into an alleyway, grabs their shoulders, and swears.
"You," she says, "should not be able to do that."
"What," says the kid, without inflection. They look like they're on the verge of tears. "What was that."
"I was so ready to catch your body. You shouldn't have been able to do that. What's going on? What did you do?"
"Wh-what – " Thess is shaking under Moa's grip. Moa lessens her hold. She has to be the one not to freak out here. Implausible as that seems.
"That – that. That was Envah."
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Pantheon
FantasyGifted, powerful Thesselaine, Called by the goddess of chaos as a baby, has lived on the goddess's temple all their life. Painfully curious, Thess would much rather spend time in the temple market with the merchant-travelers from all over the Realms...
