01-07-2021, 10:01 PM
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RIFTWEAVER
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As Michael echoed Roxanne's warning, Riftweaver took another step back. The male bit his tongue, attempting to keep his irrational anger in check as he listened and watched. If they all believed that he was the real one, leaving Rift as a fake, what would that mean for him?
Rosemary's words stopped his thoughts in their tracks. "Look, both of you are technically half of the real Brandyskies." The words rattled about his brain, echoing so loud they drowned out the rest of what she went on to say. Half? He was half of himself? And this was supposedly the other? His eyes shifted back to Brandyskies, blank as he processed what the healer had said. After a moment, as confusion edged back into his gaze, the Roux turned his eyes back to Rosemary. "Are you sure?"
As Michael echoed Roxanne's warning, Riftweaver took another step back. The male bit his tongue, attempting to keep his irrational anger in check as he listened and watched. If they all believed that he was the real one, leaving Rift as a fake, what would that mean for him?
Rosemary's words stopped his thoughts in their tracks. "Look, both of you are technically half of the real Brandyskies." The words rattled about his brain, echoing so loud they drowned out the rest of what she went on to say. Half? He was half of himself? And this was supposedly the other? His eyes shifted back to Brandyskies, blank as he processed what the healer had said. After a moment, as confusion edged back into his gaze, the Roux turned his eyes back to Rosemary. "Are you sure?"