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[Anastasia]

Home.

Well, what serves as your group's impromptu home now. Miranda's home is your home. It's evening now after a few days of recovery, the party resting up. Dana's already asleep and thus so is Benyen. Tryll lingers with Miranda, the latter having a mug of strong cider as she sits by the window. From here she can see the night sky.

"Tryll?" she finally asks aloud.

[Yuthirin]

'Miranda.' Tryll placidly responds, glancing at Calleigh who is currently curled up in a tiny snoring ball on a nearby cushion.

[Anastasia]

"In all your adventures, have you ever discerned why adventure and destiny call a chosen few?" She asks, looking up at the night sky before having a long drink of her cider.

[Yuthirin]

'I've been alive in one form or another vor over two million years. If I have learned anything it is this: I am convinced the gods all get together every few generation and pick a few thousand mortals, and then they start rolling dice. Gods are capricious and easily-bored entities. In the end, we are all too eager to follow along with their plans.'

[Anastasia]

"To plans," Miranda remarks, as you feel it. A resonation between herself and you, a connection. It burns bright and strong as...

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[Yuthirin]

I SEENT IT

[Anastasia]

Awesome, now go ahead and reply and react to Miranda.

[Yuthirin]

'Plans. Yes. We still have another heart ruby left. Then we have...whatever that man was talking about on Lifasa. He wasn't being subtle. The planes are moving, great levers and gears shifting.'

[Anastasia]

"I-" At that Miranda blinks. The night sky fades, the light of the sun coming all at once. As if noon came between the blinks of an eye, radiant with warmth.

[Yuthirin]

'Lathander is here? In Ysgard?' Tryll wonders.

[Anastasia]

"Such a thing is rare, but not unheard of," Miranda puts down her drink slowly - as the sunlight grows more intense by the moment. It's becoming blinding to look outside.

[Yuthirin]

'The man certainly knows how to make an entrance. Or the plane is exploding. Is the plane exploding?'

[Anastasia]

Miranda shoots you a faintly disbelieving look as light descends down. A humanoid figure wreathed in all the light of the sun, impossible to look at closely.

[Yuthirin]

'I've seen planes explode.' Tryll points out. 'There's lots of light like this. No Lathander coming out of the sky, though. Usually.'

[Anastasia]

Miranda rises swiftly, "Why are we being visited by Lathander?" she asks in a low voice, hurrying to the front door.