[ — he returns in a handful of days, his mind full of weariness that his body feels doubled. A retreat is necessary, the gathering of his weakened form performed by a pair who had dutifully awaited him at the Tree, and the way in which he sought to casually reinsert himself into all things more a tactic to ensure he was not targeted in his weakness than a... well, a spurning of anyone. He has things to do, even in the week he needs to take for himself.
And one of the first things, is to meet the woman who awaits him at the edge of their joined minds. Set travels to her with his head held high, and his gait betraying the soul-exhaustion of one who had recently been dead. Pride immeasurable, though the distant crests of sand dunes seem to have been brushed aside to reveal aged, crumbling walls and ruins — a hint of his own mental state.
He steps beyond the sand when he comes to her, reaching out to find her hand and take it into his own. ] I am here. Back in Akua's home, in reality.
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And one of the first things, is to meet the woman who awaits him at the edge of their joined minds. Set travels to her with his head held high, and his gait betraying the soul-exhaustion of one who had recently been dead. Pride immeasurable, though the distant crests of sand dunes seem to have been brushed aside to reveal aged, crumbling walls and ruins — a hint of his own mental state.
He steps beyond the sand when he comes to her, reaching out to find her hand and take it into his own. ] I am here. Back in Akua's home, in reality.