Could we have a story where the new young reborn Anthe and the young, highly magic, thief that Wraithvine adopted meet? Maybe they're both at his side at some point? Please?
From stories:
@internutter/challenge-03360-i072-hello-all-over-again
and
@internutter/challenge-03371-i083-deja-vu-all-over-again -- Anon Guest
[AN: Sorry, Nonny, but those stories are unrelated. Different time zones]
She was introduced as Gikka Winbelburrough at the next inn. Given good warm food and some relaxing tea. And a very confusing conversation.
"You don't remember me," said Wraithvine the Eternal. Ze was digging in hir pockets for something. It was a pair of smoked-glass lenses[1] made to fit a Kobold's draconic face. The craftsmanship was exquisite. Made to last more than one lifetime.
Gikka wanted to lunge forwards and claim it as hers. She was further shocked when Wraithvine put them in her paw and said, "I'm sure they'll fit."
They did. As if they were made for her. It made the daylight a lot less painful. "You did something," she challenged. "You're making tricks."
Wraithvine spent a moment rearranging the table setting according to a set of ancient and arcane rules only ze understood. "No tricks. I met you in another life. Those... belonged to Lady Anthe."
"Chrysanthemum," corrected Gikka, not knowing why. "I was-- she was named Chrysanthemum."
"Lady Anthe made her feel important," said Wraithvine. "That was essential to her when we met. It... sort of ground its way in over the years."
"How's Marvin? Rawr?" How did she know those names? Why was it a concern?
"Rawr is a detective in Nifesbridge and Marvin..." a sigh. A look of sorrow as old as time. "Humans don't last long. His descendants are carrying on with two kind hands, all the same."
Wraithvine, like many immortals, did not like goodbyes. She knew that. She knew that... forever.
"Do you know how weird it is to remember this stuff? Do I have to be Lady Anthe again?"
"Absolutely not. You are Gikka Winbelburrough. You decide who you are and who you adventure with."
"I'll walk with you a while," she allowed. "It might be fun."
[1] Before the invention of polarised sunglasses, there was 'smoked' glass, deliberately coloured black to relieve the glare of light.
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