Farewell
"Then that settles it," said Lira promptly. She stood up, patting Tia's shoulder before turning to the others.
It was very evident by now that she did not have long in this world before her construct form faded. Flecks of glowing red magical energy were starting to swirl off of her, like she was made of sand blowing away slowly but surely in a gentle breeze.
It was eerily beautiful, in a sense, her fading was with the gleaming sparkles of red glittering in the night, hovering in dancing arcs above her head and reaching high into the sky.
"Thou taketh thy leave now?" asked Asala with a certain degree of saddened disappointment. Her pale, slender fingers clutched at a sand tablet tucked to her side.
"Aye, was a fine time to hear of your tales," agreed Old Thane.
Vilga did not speak but sat cross legged with her eyes focused intently on Lira – sign that she was attentive but not talkative as usual.