Phantom Hollow This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to

A Sea-Snake was no stranger to the shifting tides of fate. Thus, Alara was unshaken when the stones fell all at once into their new places. Reverie's brother, a stranger to her, now held the key to their ambitions, the woman herself all but evaporated with the appearance of her husband.

Alara couldn't fault her, she supposed, for daring to spit in the face of destiny and tell a story of her own. The Gods schemed mercilessly, sent the witches and the saints to do their bidding whether the poor souls knew it or not — but for a woman who was neither, these obligations were more readily shirked. Simple enough to say who are the Gods, anyway? Fuck the Gods. I want to live.

Simple, but never so easy. Perhaps Alara admired it in her own way — but she was a witch, and fate was the price she paid for such insolence. So she sought @Hunst, to see what he made of it all and whether they would follow the brother as they had the sister. Or perhaps his little infatuation had finally faded, or didn't carry the same weight now that Reverie had turned her back on the war.

Cousin? She called out softly, glancing around once to ensure she had not been followed.