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The moment Ingrid heard The Moon's voice, she started running. Her breath came in gasps as she jumped creeks and careened past trees. Soon, she got tired and had to slow to a canter, then later to a trot. She walked the remaining 95% of the distance.
She hummed softly as she trudged uphill towards the cliff, trying to remain unconcerned. She knew her goddess could be a little temperamental--meeting her once had made that obvious--but she figured with a little damage control and a lot of flattery, this could be put to bed.
The Edge would be alright.
Finally, she caught sight of Amaris and Yael. She picked up her pace, but still only managed to catch what Amaris said last: "The Gods are gone."
So it isn't just the Moon.
She remembered meeting the Spark at the Basin Festival. With all due respect to his Holiness, Ingrid had privately wondered if he'd had some of the booze. He was so relaxed! If he was gone, something had to be very, very wrong. She knew this realization should have made her scared, panicked even. Instead, she just felt tired. Probably because of all that running.
"Late to the party again because I'm out of shape," she called out. She was huffing as she neared them. "But hey, if the world is ending, the smidgen of motivation I have for working out is definitely going down with it."
After taking a little longer to catch her breath, Ingrid looked to each of her older, wiser rankmates.
"So guys, just how fucked are we?"
