[Game 20] Epilogue

[arsgoetia]

Maon leads the way back towards civilization—somehow making his way easily back out through the woods, and you know, there's some things you just don't ask about.

It's a little longer walk back than it was getting there—you'd ended up popping out in a slightly different location. The sun isn't quite up enough to be causing any adverse side effects, and somehow as you walk, you find any fatigue or pain or chill drifting away, leaving you feeling rejuvinated rather than exhausted. The really happy archangel might be partially to blame for that.

The cottage soon comes into sight. Siùsaidh is sitting on the porch waiting, and Tristan's car is once again parked outside.

"Tis about time ye got back," she says firmly. "Tis been three days, and I can only mind an incubus in my home fer so long. Step inside for breakfast, now, won't ye?"

[we will continue to pick at threads in the Endgame but feel free to hit up anybody anywhere in the Epilogue! thanks for the game, see you again in three years soon ♥]

Comments

[star_and_stone]

*at some point, ending up in the same place to be reflective*

[psychopompous]

. . . hello.

[star_and_stone]

*raises a hand to him*

I can find somewhere else to think, if you'd rather be alone.

[psychopompous]

No. You're acceptable company.

[star_and_stone]

I'll take that as a high compliment.

[psychopompous]

It is.

[star_and_stone]

*flashes a smile, then sobers a bit, hands clasped behind his back*

A lot to think about, today.

[psychopompous]

Yes. I hadn't wanted to bring down the celebration, though. They should have this.

[star_and_stone]

*nods*

No need to dilute the moment, for now.

[psychopompous]

And you . . .?

[star_and_stone]

*considering that for a moment*

I'm glad we managed to get Madison back....everyone's obviously missed him. But I'm worried about the future of this world, too. I don't like some of the things we learned today.

[psychopompous]

What in particular is of concern to you?

[star_and_stone]

Despite what we're doing, war seems to be closer. The faerie courts are arming, probably in response to what happened with the tithe if you had to make me guess. And now that instrument's in play and we haven't seen any response from the pro-war faction...it's easier to hide an object than a person, at least.

*we haven't heard from Uriel either, but that seems impolitic to bring up*

Preparing for consequences down the line is in the job description, though...what about you?

[psychopompous]

[ha, ha, Uriel . . .]

I feel . . . as though I've been very focused on a specific task at hand.

[star_and_stone]

*we're all going to regret not remembering that one, aren't we*

And now you're not sure what to do next?

[psychopompous]

I wouldn't—say that, exactly.

[star_and_stone]

What would you say, then?

*honestly curious*