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>>2509160
>"Blessings?"
>"What's wrong with a tail?"
>"Why a monkey?"

>>2509160
>”What’s wrong with a tail?”
>”Curses don’t exist; that’s just your outlook on it.”
>"Mog is almost entirely a bird and he gets along just fine."

>>2509173
>>2509181
>Everything and more

good god

>>2509201
G-gomen!

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>>2509237
Alright that's a little much

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You shift your posture, finding the log that you’re currently sitting on uncomfortable. Out loud, you ask, “What’s wrong with a tail? Doesn’t having something like a third hand come in handy sometimes?”

His brow furrows. “Nah, it’s about the stares. Everyone looks at ya as if you’re a thief the first time they see ya. Can’t fit in even if I wanted to.”

Syrup frets. Or at least, her dulled down version of it anyways. “I... I’m sorry.”

“Nah, ya didn’t mean nothin’ by it.” He reaches out to her, and then stops when he realizes it’s covered in bear juice. “But yeah, I could go without this tail ‘n all. I haveta poke holes in my pants too. If ya don’t call that a curse, I don’t know what is.”

You briefly recall when on the ship, you saw him do a backflip over someone and jam the splintery end of a wooden shaft into someone’s face. “There’s good things too, isn’t there? I don’t think you could do the things you do if...” You’re about to say something about Gaia gifting him with an eidolon’s love, but you decide against it. “It’s just a matter of perspective. I’ve seen others get along fine.” The Professor seems to living life the way he wants to. He even owns a shop!

“Nah,” he shakes his head. He aggressive pulls at the bear’s leg, and there’s an awful sound as something gives way. “That’s not the point. It’s that I never wanted it. The asshole could’ve asked first, y’know.” You recoil a little. “I didn’t ask to be me, and here I am! Maybe other people are fine with it, but I’m not.”

Touryn says, “It is what it is. At least you don’t have fur all over.”

Renith narrows his eyes. “I’ll throw myself off a cliff if I did,” he replies.

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>>2509261

“Actually, I’ve heard of hexes and all of that superstition, but not really blessings. In a way, with magic being an act of an eidolon’s intervention, they do exist. Not just that, some people consider Gaia’s intervention to be a blessing. If you look at it like that, blessings and curses are the same things.”

Renith looks with a raised eyebrow. “Those aren’t curses. Magic’s not what I’m talking ‘bout at all.”

“...Huh?”

“I’m talkin’ about the magic before magic. Call ‘em whatever, curses, chants, prayers. The thing with ‘faith’.” Annoyed, he moves his attention back to hacking away.

Faith. What kind of insanity is that? No one places their faith in the eidola for the possibly of something happening. They have faith that it will happen, and that can hardly be called faith at all. “Magic before magic... that’s almost...” If that were the case, then nothing would separate a “miracle” from a “coincidence.”

Touryn says, “Whatever it is you’re thinking about it, stop. That’s out of your hands.”

Annoyed, you reply, “Even if you say something like that, it doesn’t help at all.”

- - -

You take a spoonful of the stew and stick it in your mouth. There’s a mild sweetness as you feel the coarse texture of bear meat. You chew slowly, wondering what series of events have brought you camping in the middle of the woods and having bear stew.

The chirping of birds can be heard in the forest, signs of life that seem to keep their distance.

Schwartz mumbles, “I should’ve brought my assortment of rare spices with me.”

Touryn looks as if he wants to shake his head. “You can’t just carry everything with you. Simplicity is best.”

“Says the one who only owns a single set of clothes. I always verify twice—no, thrice—that I have all the essentials and more when I go out. I don’t understand how you live like that at all.” You nod as she says this. You understand her feelings on a spiritual level.

“Circe,” Syrup suddenly says. “Didn’t sleep?”

“No, I did. I didn’t think I was going to, but I managed somehow,” you reply. “Do I look that tired?”

“...You looked tired for a long time.”

”Do I?”
>”It has been hectic lately.”
>”A long time? Since when?”
>”Huh? Aren’t I always like this?”
>”Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”
>Write-in.

>>2509360
>”A long time? Since when?”
>”Huh? Aren’t I always like this?”

>>2509368
This

Writing

>>2509480
>>”You can stick around if you want.”

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“Huh? Aren’t I always like this?”

“Maybe,” she says, “In Blackwell, you were okay. Even after the Roc.”

“Is that right...?” you say, unsure. “I don’t think I’ve really noticed. I feel okay.”

She closes her eyes to think, and after a moment she opens them again. “...The forest. Maybe the poison hasn’t left yet. We should look for a healer.”

“No way, it can’t be the nightstalkers. How long has it been? If there was anything, it’s out of my system by now!”

After a soft pause, she says, “Okay. If that’s what you say.”

She falls silent, and you’re left wondering that’s changed.

- - -

After a long ride, civilization finally comes into view. While there was some talking Renith looks like he’s in a bad mood, so you left him be for the most part.

As the sight of the Baselyn draws close, the dirt road slowly transitions into paved stone. At first, it is quiet, but as the wagon approaches the center of the town, the expect din of life grows louder and louder. The buildings here are old but maintained, and the streets nowhere resemble a grid but still manages to be more navigable than some of Ristella’s.

You, Schwartz, and the others thank the two couriers for the ride, and you look around, taking in your surroundings. The street is wide, giving you enough room even with all the people walking, and all around are a wide variety of shops. You spot a humble fortune-telling shop, its drawn curtains giving a mysterious look; a small restaurant has its doors open, a wonderful aroma flowing out; and almost hidden away, a cozy bookstore quietly sits with its shelves filled and tidy.

Now that you’re here... you have no idea where to look.

Renith awkwardly clears his throat to get your attention. He still has an annoyed expression on his face, but it doesn’t seem as harsh as it’s supposed to be.

He says, “This is good enough, eh? Guess I paid ya back with that bear and all. It looks like ya got good friends; if ya don’t need me, I’m gonna get goin’.”

You’ll doubt you’ll ever see him again if he’s leaving now.
>”You can stick around if you want.”
>”Safe travels.”

>>2509483
Second verse, same as the first!

>>2509483
>>2509511
>Renith joins the party

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“You can stick around if you want,” you say.

“W-why would I do that?” he says. ”I guess if ya still need my help, I can hang around.” You can sense Touryn rolling his eyes without looking at him.

“Great! You know what we’re trying to do, right?”

“Ya said... givin’ back a diary?”

“Yup. It’s just that I don’t really know who it belongs to. I know the people around them, but that’s about it...”

“Which isn’t exactly a small problem. So, what’s the plan?” Touryn asks you.

“Let’s just ask around. We should split up; we’ll cover more ground that way.” You have two names: Wachid and Tsubam.

Schwartz asks, “Why didn’t we ask the two couriers?”

“...Aaah! Why didn’t you bring that up earlier?!” You grab your hat and tug at it in frustration. “Eurgh, forget it. It sounds like people should know about them anyways.”

Touryn quietly says, “Someone might get suspicious if go around asking questions about them.”

“Well, we’re just returning something, so it should be fine. It doesn’t hurt to try.”

He sighs and turns around. “Let’s meet back here in a bit then.” After deciding on a time, everyone splits up somewhat. Touryn left alone, Syrup walked off with Schwartz, and you and Renith head in a different direction from the others.

The first person you spot was an old man sitting on a bench, feeding a few birds with bread crumbs.

“Sorry to bother you, but I’m new around here. Can I ask a few questions?”

“Sure, sure, go ahead. If you’re asking a lot, take a seat if you want.” You sit down while Renith checks out the buildings nearby. You ask the man about two names and if he’s heard of them, and he replies, “’Course I have. Everyone has. If you’re looking for them, don’t bother. They went missing right as the war ended.”

“...Missing?”

“Vanished. Disappeared in a single night. They used to watch over the town, made sure nothing dangerous happened to anyone. Tsubam had the west, and Wachid had the east. We didn’t have anything like a lord, but they were the closest thing to ‘leaders’. Damn shame too, when they finally stopped making a fuss and agreed to work together. There was a big celebration about it too. Shame. I guess Tide didn’t like it.”

It takes a moment for it to sink in.
>”Vanished? What do you mean vanished?”
>”A celebration... like a wedding?”
>”Tide?”
>”What happened after?”
>Ask something else.

>Write-in.

>>2509596
>>”Vanished? What do you mean vanished?”
>>”A celebration... like a wedding?”
>>”Tide?”

>>2509598
All this

Writing

“Vanished? What do you mean vanished?”

“I mean vanished! One day they were there, and the next morning, everyone disappeared. I can still remember the day and the chaos. It only took us a couple of hours to notice, and then another for someone brave enough to sneak over the gates and into their properties. There was blood, but no bodies. Not a single one. It was the work on an eidolon, I tell you.”

Renith comments, “They were killed by someone, obviously.”

“Not someone, something. No man could do something like that.”

Renith doesn’t reply, turning away instead.

So... she’s dead.

Whoever she is, you won’t be able to meet her or even say a word to her. You wonder what her last moments were, if she was happy or not. What she wrote in the diary could have been her final written words.

“You mentioned a celebration...” you say, finding it difficult to talk, “Was it a wedding?”

The old man gives you a puzzled look. “I thought you weren’t from around here.”

“I’ve just heard of a couple of stories,” you reply.

After a short second of thinking, he accepts the answer as satisfactory and tosses more crumbs to the birds. He says, “It was a wedding. A happy groom and a happy bride. Everything seemed like it was going perfect. Even if the world around us ended, we thought we were going to be fine.” He scoffs. “It just goes to show Tide is always there to pull the rug from under you.”

“I’m guessing Whitebloom worships Tide?” You briefly remember the name of the currency down here and Kowal. This place seems to be affixed to the eidolon.

“’Course. She brings us food and protection. As far as we know, she’s the only one looking out for us.”

You find his way of addressing the eidolon unpleasant, but you say nothing about it. You are other things on your mind right now. Where are you supposed to go from here?

There’s... nothing.

“If you care, there’s a grave of the Tsubam family’s daughter on the edge of town, the one who married into the Wachid family. There’s graves for everyone else, but she’s... eh, how do I say this? Remember when I said there was nothing left behind? There was actually a single bone left behind. It could be a chicken bone for all we know. It was found in the daughter’s room, so someone people believed it was hers. Absolutely ridiculous.. Anyways, I’m getting off track here. The grave is near an old shrine barely anyone goes to anymore, and there’s a keeper there who maintains both. She likes to keep things peaceful, so be mindful if you’re going there.”

“Thank you,” you say, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I’m sorry about that, I shouldn’t have said that part about the remains. You don’t look too well. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” You wipe the grim expression of your face. “I just wasn’t expecting something like that.”

“I seem to have a habit of letting things slip nowadays...” he mumbles. “Well, is there anything else you’d like to ask?”

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>>2509719

Renith listens to the conversation in silence.
>”Actually, there’s something...” (Write-in)
>”No, that’s it. Thank you for your help.”

>Write-in.

>>2509722
>You say there was blood in the village, but how much? Enough for people to have been killed? Or enough to disable them and allow them to be taken... somewhere?
>Does the name Siolm bring anything to mind?

>Head to the grave site and pay a visit.

>>2509752
This

Writing!

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“You say there was blood in the village, but how much? Enough for people to have been killed? Or enough to disable them and allow them to be taken... somewhere?”

“More than enough. I didn’t see it with my own eyes, but I heard those that did that there were hallways covered with it from wall to wall. A slaughter.”

“From wall to wall...?” you say, getting queasy.

Renith mumbles, “They put up a struggle, probably.”

The old man says, “’Course they did. Eidolon or not, they weren’t the type of folk to go down without a fight.”

“Alright enough of that. I want to ask, does the name Siolm bring anything to mind?”

“Siolm? That’s not a name I’d hear around here. Oh, you must be talking about one of those Laonmu boys. They all left long ago, went to fight Aldrose with their brethren. They got the sense to look out after their blood, I respect that. I don’t think a single one of them came back. Well, I’m not sure why’d they come back in the first place.”

Maybe Siolm not coming back was for the better. “Sorry for asking so many questions. I hope I didn’t bother you too much.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’ve got nothing better to do but sit here all day anyways. Take care. Wait, I almost forgot! If it’s your first time here, you need to try out the plums here. They’re one of a kind; haven’t seen anything as good as them anywhere else.”

- - -

Solaria has passed the highest point in the sky and has begun descending, and you and everyone else have met up. Everyone else has more or less has heard the tale of the disappearance of the two families, although in less detail than you. You don’t tell them the details since you’re better off not recalling them and they’re better off not knowing.

Schwartz says, “What a tragedy...”

Renith replies, “They pissed off the wrong eidolon, I know that.”

“Perhaps... this was because of the curse?”

Touryn says, “It’s not a curse, and if it was, this would be the first time I’ve heard of something like this. Eidolons don’t get angry. Why would they feel that way over something as transient as us?”

Renith frowns. “A bit of a downer, aren’t ya?”

He doesn’t reply.

“I’m going to go to visit her grave,” you say. It’s about all you can do. The old man gave you directions before you left, and you’ve written them down.

Schwartz says, “I’ll join you. I have to see this the way through, after all.”

Touryn says, “I thought it was a given.”

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>>2509808

A long walk later, past the streets of the town that grow smaller and quieter as you progress, and you’ve finally arrived at your destination. Almost.

Tucked away somewhere in the forest, a small shrine sits in the middle of nowhere, no signs leading to it and only a tiny, beaten road serving as your guide. The greenery here is overgrown, creeping onto the stairs as you walk up. There is an incredible stillness in the air, almost eerily so.

Renith noisily munches on a plum as you walk up the steps, leading the way.

You regurgitate what you’ve been told. “The keeper here likes it quiet, so be mindful.” He apologizes, mouth full, now quietly munching on the fruit instead.

Eventually, you make it to the top, where you see a small wooden building. The age on it is clear, but it’s clean and well kept. A garden of blue flowers surrounds the shrine, almost as if the plant had taken over the earth here. Sweeping the stone pathway is a girl awkwardly holding a broom with her sleeves over her hands. She’s younger than you, you suppose.

She notices you, and she stops what she’s doing and smiles. “Welcome. How can I help you?”

Something feels... off.

You answer, “I’m here to see the grave of...” You stop. A dreadful feeling pours onto you like a waterfall. “...the Tsubam daughter. I’m sorry, I don’t know her name.” You’re all over the place. You feel sick. You hold your breath, waiting a disgusted look.

Instead, she looks at you with the same smile as before.

She says, “Airin. That’s her name.” Her quiet smile. You don’t know why but it’s unsettling. “It’s nearby. Is everyone coming with you? I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like it if you’d come with me alone. Or at least, with only one other person.” The keeper puts the broom down gently and walks over to you. “And please don’t wander around. It’s dangerous around here.”

Renith says, “I can handle a bear.”

“There’s other things living around here besides bears, so please be careful.” She then asks you, “And if I can ask, what’s the reason for the visit?”

You answer...
>”To return something.”
>”To pay my respects.”
>”...Why do you ask?”
>Write-in.

Who is accompanying you?
>Touryn.
>Syrup.
>Schwartz.
>Renith.
>Go alone.

>>2509866
>”To pay my respects.”
>”To return something.”
>(And maybe a little investigating too, but she doesn't need to know that.)

>Schwartz.

I hope the creepy child doesn't try and murder us.

>>2509878
All this and bring Schwartz

>>2509881
Your actions do not align with your words!

Writing

>>2509890
>Your actions do not align with your words!
To quote the tags for thread 1 >Incredible Decision Making

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“To pay my respects,” you say, “And to return something that was hers.”

Her ears perk up. “Really? Please follow me.” She begins walking away, and you turn to Schwartz and wave her over. She’s surprised at first but she quickly catches up by your side.

Everyone else starts walking around the shrine, and the keeper gives them one last look as she takes you around the building and into a small path. The trees here dip downward, forcing you to crouch and brush away the branches as you walk through it.

When you break through it, you come to a small hill. Here, the trees relent. At the very top, you see a tombstone. Its shape is rough, and the name “Airin Tsubam” carved on it crudely. The unkempt grass hides its lower half. You stop before it, and reaching inside your satchel, you take out the diary.

The keeper asks, “What’s that?”

“...Her diary,” you reply. You have nothing to hide from her.

She has a solemn visage. “...What’s a diary?”

You can’t find any words. Schwartz says, “You don’t know what a diary is? It’s a record of one’s thoughts and experiences.”

“Ah, okay!” the keeper says, suddenly elated. And then, her mood falls. “So you read her thoughts and experiences.”

You say, “Sorry, I just wanted to return it, and I needed to find out who it belonged to. I didn’t mean to... intrude on her privacy.”

“Forgive us,” Schwartz replied, “We had little way of returning it.”

The keeper waits to reply, letting the silence linger. “Can... can I see it?”

You hesitate, but you hand it over. It sits on her hands covered by her sleeves, and she tries to open it, only to awkwardly fumble with it. You’re not sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you, but she seems to be shaking.

The keeper crouches down and sets the book on the tombstone. She pushes it open, and it sits there, a few pages in.

She stops moving altogether.

Schwartz says, “Is everything alright?” She walks behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “...?”

There’s this feeling.

A familiar feeling.

Ah.

This girl in front of you...
>She’s... (Write-in)

I'll leave it open for 30 minutes to solve as I get something to eat. Partial solutions will be accepted.

>>2509952
Can I take multiple cracks, or do I need to decide on one to stick with?

>>2509954
As many as you want. If you get one right, I'll take it.

>>2509945
>A wraith or some conglomeration of wraiths, like what we saw at Neull's
>Could she be the spirit of Airin Tsubam?
>Perhaps she is some sort of fairy or Eidolon, summoned by Airin's curse those years ago.

>>2509969
>Is it similar to what it felt like to be in Iorina's presence? Like she is a human with the blessings of an Eidolon exuding from them?

>>2509973
>She is going to endanger Schwarz in some way, warn her not to touch her and to get away from the girl.

>>2509982
>She is the daughter of Airin Tsubam. Airin may have been pregnant with and had her shortly before or after the slaughter and disappearance of the two families.

>>2509969
>>2509973
>>2509982
>>2510003
And that's 30 minutes.

Please wait warmly as I write!

A curse.

Father is overjoyed to learn of a future grandchild...

You don’t even know her name.

“Not a fire, but...” Schwartz then pulls out a gem, “Something of equivalence!”... Schwartz finishes the circle and she pats off her hands... The gem sits snugly in the center of the setup set by stones and dirt, and the whole circle glows a warm orange.

Something was off.

Lines and arcs trail across the page, a blotch of dried blood sitting at the center. A roaring evocation of Gaia.

She had used her blood. Humans don’t have aether running through their blood.

“Not someone, something. No man could do something like that.”

A line of coincidences.

Pitiful thing.

You yell, “Schwartz, get back!”

“What?” She gets up, taking a step back.

The keeper is trembling. “Why? Why do I feel like this?”

This time, you scream. “She’s a faerie!”

A glint of light as Solaria reflects off a scythe, and two sharp blades flash through the air. They’re soaked with red when they draw back, and Schwartz falls down with shallow cuts, one on her arm and another on her neck.

The keeper... no, Airin’s daughter stands there, shaking. Instead of hands, she has two long blades extending down as a century mantis might have. She shrieks. “Die! Die, all of you!” She lets out a guttural cry before plunging a scythe down at Schwartz again, but it only cuts through her dress. Schwartz rolls to the side, scrambles to her feet, and then runs for her life.

As she passes you, she grabs you by the arm. She drags you only a couple paces before she lets go.

“Stop standing there and run!”

You look at her. “You go.”

“Me?! What about you? Have you gone mad?!”

You quietly tell her, “I have something I need to do.” Something only you can do.

She stares at you incredulously. Shaking her head, she runs off. “I’m fetching the others!”

You turn around, and you see the keeper hunched over the tombstone. The book is open, lying beside her, and you can see it.

The spell circles all over her body past her neck. They light up discordantly, a disgusting mess.

Something like this should have never been born.

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>>2510054

How many voices are screaming inside of her head?

How many emotions, thoughts, and wishes?

She turns her head to you, and she snarls. “Go away, go away! Why are you making me feel like this? I don’t understand.” She pushes against her chest with her wrists.

From your satchel, you take out your carving pen.

“I’m Circe,” you say softly, “Do you have a name?”

Tears are streaming down her face. “I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you, and they’ll go away. I'll...!”

”Of course you don’t.”
>Put her out of her misery.
>Carve her curses out.

>>2510065
>>Carve her curses out.

>>2510065
>Carve her curses out

>>2510065
>Carve her curses out.
"I like helping people."

I get a feeling neither Circe or this girl are going to wnjoy what happens next.

>>2510068
>>2510074
>>2510077
>Carve her curses out.

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You are a witch.

It never defined you.

How can it? It is nothing but a weapon.

The keeper staggers toward you, sobbing. She winds back, and then she lunges at you. A cut that slices through the air.

You step back, right out of range, and you grab her wrist as she completes the arc.

With frightening clarity, you recall the Professor’s lecture.

Circe, pay attention.

You step back, right out of range, and you grab her wrist as she completes the arc.

Only a single side of a century mantis’s blades are sharp.

Grabbing the scythe with your other hand, you push it toward her forearm.

Because of the way their joints are positioned, their range of motion is extremely limited.

Her rage begins to overwhelm her sadness. She’s shrieking incoherently. With her other arm, she begins to swipe down at you.

And don’t even think about overwhelming an adult. Not even the best of the Ristellan knights can take one on with sheer strength alone.

Too bad this one is a child. You cross her arms—your arms are too weak to stop it, but the bones themselves aren’t. You lock your arms, and the blade hits nothing but air as her forearms slam into each other. Your body strains, but you ignore the pain. Then, you use her top-heavy weight to your advantage. With a single foot, you slam into her shin. Her knees buckle, and with all the strength you have, you swing her around and on her back.

You straddle her, and as she tries to lift her body weight and yours combined, all the while her arms are pinned underneath her chest. Your pen sinks into her skin below her neck and on her back.

She’s screaming, but you don’t stop.

Perhaps it was a fate worse than death, or even one of birth,

But you can’t stop.

For this girl who doesn’t even have a name—

You will do the only thing you can.

You carve her curses out.

Thank you for playing! Going to have to end it here because I now have a grand total of two papers to write. Exciting stuff. Also, I'm pleasantly surprised that Schwartz did not end up in multiple pieces. That's always nice to see.

I'm here for any comments, questions, or concerns. Criticism is appreciated, too.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/hopelessQM

>>2510132
Thanks for running as always!

>>2510132
Thanks for running Hopeless. I'm honestly surprised, but very glad you didn't have us roll for that. Also, I'm assuming Schwartz lived because we guessed correctly?

>>2510140
I thought a roll would break pacing too much. Rolling after a puzzle is just brutal.

>>2510140
Oh I forgot. I don't know why I keep doing this.

>Also, I'm assuming Schwartz lived because we guessed correctly?
Yes.

>guessed
I can't believe you've done this.

>>2510132
Thanks for running!
Though, If I may ask, what's up with this girl? Why is Airin's daughter a faerie?

>>2510287
>Though, If I may ask, what's up with this girl? Why is Airin's daughter a faerie?
There's two possibilities.

The first one is that through sheer chance or luck, Gaia decided to mix her blood in particular with that of a century mantis, turning her into a human faerie. Human faeries don't exist, but by the definition of the word and what constitutes as as faerie, it's not like they can't exist.

The second one is that a certain monkey-tailed spearman was right.
>>2499298
Their prayer for Gaia to gift the baby its love.
Gaia had answered the families prayers, which happen to be turning the child into a faerie. It's only by Airin's evocation that her child was part immortal carnivorous monster that eradicates ecosystems.

I'll leave it up to your interpretation which one was right.

>>2511335
Damn this is fucked up.

>>2511335
I just realized this isn't quite right. Human faeries do exist; the Ludinauers had Solaria evocation circles, which also served as divine mandate. Queen Thyra had a circle, but Iorina was "disowned" by Solaria. Then again, they're a bit of a special case.

>>2511601
This is a happy quest!

>>2516188
>This is a happy quest!
And it will continue to be one! Why, I can say with absolute confidence that we will never experience another tragic/desperate event requiring us to use our fancy timey-whimey memory power ever again!