I stared at the line thoughtfully.
To the others there was no difference between the patch of ground I was staring at and any other.
To me, it was something different.
I turned to the spirit that stood beside me, mighty, powerful.
The Kingdom, who was looking at the line as well.
- Once she leaves, she will be no longer under my protection. It warned.
"I know."
- And still, you choose to go.
I nodded. "I do. She can't spend her whole life hiding in your borders."
- You're taking a risk, Twisted Weave.
I smiled. "That's what it means to be a mortal, mighty one."
- You still have the books.
"I couldn't deposit it in the mine." I replied.
- Why?
I looked up surprised. "You don't know?"
The Kingdom shook its head.
"Examine my weave. I can't speak of it without being overcome with joy."
I turned, and The Kingdom bent down, studying my weave closely.
It pulled back, slowly, unmistakable tears falling down its cheeks.
