[yeah, oops. sorry for torturing your brother with her memories.]
Come. This way.
[she'll take him to the path of what actually happened. the next scene is here from 3:18 to 5:20.
shadowheart holds the spear in her hand, and then she flings it over the edge, into the abyss, getting it away from her before her resolve can falter.
there's nothing, no negative reaction. just aylin's obvious joy, her awareness that she's going to be freed of this prison. she smiles at shadowheart with pride.
"Your path is not yet set. Your future is not yet fixed. Lay a hand on me in friendship, not-quite-Sharran, and I will fight the battle that has awaited me for a century. And then, oh then, will we have much to discuss."
shadowheart does as she's asked, without speaking, still somewhat in shock. it really does only take the hand of friendship from shadowheart to free her. the reason why is complicated, and something shadowheart herself does not know. but there's an image on one of the mirrors, an ancient battle between two goddesses, and in this gesture, a victory for one of them over the other.
aylin rises, her power restored to her, recovering from her wounds and degradation, until she floats above you, a bright glowing angel with a span of feathered wings in resplendent silver armor. but she doesn't stay; she flies from the shadowfell and leaves shadowheart and the others here. there's another battle that is waiting for her.
and in the aftermath of this, despite nothing happening, despite complete silence and no feeling of shar's presence, shadowheart is very, very afraid.
"We must leave," she tells her friends, but there's a sense, as well, that you must escape from this memory now.]
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Date: 2025-03-07 02:14 pm (UTC)Come. This way.
[she'll take him to the path of what actually happened. the next scene is here from 3:18 to 5:20.
shadowheart holds the spear in her hand, and then she flings it over the edge, into the abyss, getting it away from her before her resolve can falter.
there's nothing, no negative reaction. just aylin's obvious joy, her awareness that she's going to be freed of this prison. she smiles at shadowheart with pride.
"Your path is not yet set. Your future is not yet fixed. Lay a hand on me in friendship, not-quite-Sharran, and I will fight the battle that has awaited me for a century. And then, oh then, will we have much to discuss."
shadowheart does as she's asked, without speaking, still somewhat in shock. it really does only take the hand of friendship from shadowheart to free her. the reason why is complicated, and something shadowheart herself does not know. but there's an image on one of the mirrors, an ancient battle between two goddesses, and in this gesture, a victory for one of them over the other.
aylin rises, her power restored to her, recovering from her wounds and degradation, until she floats above you, a bright glowing angel with a span of feathered wings in resplendent silver armor. but she doesn't stay; she flies from the shadowfell and leaves shadowheart and the others here. there's another battle that is waiting for her.
and in the aftermath of this, despite nothing happening, despite complete silence and no feeling of shar's presence, shadowheart is very, very afraid.
"We must leave," she tells her friends, but there's a sense, as well, that you must escape from this memory now.]