“You have progressed.
In this world of white, the snow remembers your footsteps. Is this what you want? Is this where your wish will take you, further and further? You must remember yourself as you continue forward.
The Fields of Theama call for you. In their crystal city of ice, the reflections of things familiar and unfamiliar will rise to greet you like an old friend. Venture inwards and listen to your soul. You must brave the maze and return with something from your own world. Reach into the looking glass, abandoning riches and temptations. What you pull out will be your own, and only your own.
Travel well, search well, believe well.
May Diaidem bless you.”
The cold is no comfort, here, but the small priest with her is. She doesn’t want him here, but that’s for the very same reason that she needs him to be—whatever she has to find in the Fields of Theama, anything she’ll have to get or see, she has no doubt it’ll be important to her. Troubling and heartbreaking, too, with her reaction no less ugly, but... important, all the same.
And she wants Dogma there for it, because... well, if nothing else, to keep her from chickening out (even she is aware of her attempts to bury her past, after all).
That, and she knows he won’t judge her for whatever she finds or brush it off casually (unlike the only other man she considered bringing).
“...Sorry,” Sasume grumbles, eyeing the entrance to the Fields and taking a deep breath. She tightens her grip on Dogma’s sleeve, sending him a nervous glance. “Don’t really know what I’m really looking for, myself, so...”
It could be their abandoned home, now long covered in dust (or maybe looted or even destroyed and defaced by the town, by now), it could be Sarah’s clinic home, with or without her godmother within it... it could be anywhere she’s wandered or been, and they’re all pretty damned innocuous sights.
//@alrosary
