THEY EXIST IN RIPPLES. to be eternal is to be a force, to pledge one’s self to lightyears of history. sersi carves her name in the margins, signs it in star - shine ink, and leaves room for the rest — makkari has never found the time to linger on the open page. if there weren’t so much to learn on earth, sersi might join her. humanity beckons instead, luring her inward and inward ( every few centuries she thinks it a trap, a gaping maw to close itself around her body and spit her back out into arishem’s gut. to her, it is the sole explanation for the persistence of humanity’s temptation. if this is a punishment that awaits her, she will make it well - earned. ). now, she can only offer company and a smile running free with sentiment as they fill the main hold of the domo. ❝ i can’t believe you, ❞ she signs, lightness clear in her look. this is a story she has no part in ; still, she finds room to indulge curiosity. ❝ were you ever going to tell me about you and druig? ❞ @makkarun
