Thea just radiates happiness as she slithers along the parched earth with her five heads. “For you, little girl, she says in that deadpan voice as they walk. Thea just keeps radiating happiness, and Syrena almost rolls her eyes. But she does care for her ridiculous companion, even if her ridiculous companion was going to be the death of her.
It’s not too long before they find the fire. Syrena takes her key first, because she’s really over being stuck on this damn island. Also she’s a crafter with rank magic and it’s probably ridiculous she doesn’t have a key. But mostly, she just wants her freedom. After that, she calls out to the herd to come get one. They have some left, and she could make more. There’d still be a few horses in need of keys until their sneaks and warriors got the rest of them back, but she’d do what she could.
How weird this feels. She knows almost no one in the herd, and she knows even less about crafting in the Throat. Yet here she is, giving away keys like she owns the place. Not that she does, or even wants to, but it feels so strange. Wrong, in some ways, but right, in others. It’s good to do something, to feel like she serves some purpose. And it will be better when she has a clue what she’s doing. Hopefully Zero would come quickly and take over. Thea, on the other hand, sits proudly next to her bonded with ten bright purple eyes waiting to see who comes.
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