The room is still spinning. I have drunk too much. There’s only flashes of memory of the day. I remember Helikaon trying unsuccessfully to sleep, interrupted by Calliope to play 20 squares where our elf friend played the game of his life.
I remember Loreus and Alke, taking some time to be alone. Good for them. I’m glad they can find some moments of joy amongst this time of confusion.
I remember staggering out into the cold air with Theo and using air spirits to track down a kebab seller.
I remember collapsing in my bed, the room spinning.
At least Lutheria won’t visit my dreams tonight- I’m not sure there’s much left of my mind left for her to reach out to.
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