[selenia's quest.]

[dramatispersonae]

[wherever you are now, it's grey and half-lit; not quite day yet, but not too dark either.]

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[glorious]

[And I know precisely what to do with it.]

[Rushing this copper star to the pedestal and putting it where it belongs.]

[dramatispersonae]

[there is a delicate chime, like silver against a wineglass. the star glows; the pedestal and pillars sink back to a level with the ground.

and then the star catches fire, and the seven birds flutter sedately into it, one by one, making it bigger and bigger -- it's higher than a man when they're done, blazing hot. hopefully you backed away as it did that.]

[glorious]

[...Most definitely backing away, yes.]

[dramatispersonae]

[it rises into the air, above the trees, into the sky. a strange shift in perception: you can tell it's growing bigger, somehow, even as it shrinks into the distance. everything's brightening.

congratulations, Selenia; you've made the sun rise.]

[dramatispersonae]

[. . . there's a familiar 'mrrrrrt' near your feet.]

[glorious]

[...I'm going to stand in awe of what I've just done for a moment, before looking down at my feet.]

...Hello again.

[dramatispersonae]

[the cat is seated there, looking smug; there's something shiny held in its mouth. some sort of crystal.]

[glorious]

[...I think I know what that is. Holding my hand out for it.]

[dramatispersonae]

[it drops the crystal into your hand.

you're whisked back to Aather in the same moment.]

[glorious]

[Oh damn, forgot to say thank yoooooooooooooooooooou-]