[The rattling sigh fades out as quickly as it registers in Tia's head. Something else fills the emptiness—a dim recollection of the vivacious crackling of fire within an ornate fireplace, followed by the cacophonous, overlapping voices of an organized mob. The vision before her eyes sharpens and her gaze snaps back to the slumbering figures of Andrew and Siffrin partway down the steps. Concern cuts through the haze of her ire, and she just barely manages to turn back around when pain blooms in her chest. The sky lurches overhead, and then there's the sensation of falling with a splitting headache that feels like it's boring a hole in her skull.
That's right. She'd fallen, never to rise in her flesh again.
Her fortune ends in tails. Despite everything, there's an order to the universe that no amount of contracts over here can alter. The vivid reminders arrest her in place while her breath catches, her mind caught in the freefall of the vision against the rigidity of her spiritual body in the hedge maze, blind to Sabo's plight.]
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That's right. She'd fallen, never to rise in her flesh again.
Her fortune ends in tails. Despite everything, there's an order to the universe that no amount of contracts over here can alter. The vivid reminders arrest her in place while her breath catches, her mind caught in the freefall of the vision against the rigidity of her spiritual body in the hedge maze, blind to Sabo's plight.]