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Elathea is mid-leap when the oath snaps like an overstreched arm. Her spear slips from suddenly nerveless fingers to land point down in the dirt with a dull thud.
She is too concerned by the reverberating resonance in her soul to correct her course, the thrumming oscillations building and building til they too snap-
-at about the same point she is violently knocked out of the air.
Elathea remembers the general area where they were last night. It shouldn't be too difficult a search.
It's not exactly a subtle thing, either, and the paths toward the workshop are well tended, without a lot of tangles like some of the gardens Gleam's designed.
And artifacts stand out, though Gleam can't exactly pull on Essence right now to sense it.
(She tries, not really paying attention. Reaches for that little sliver of knowledge out of habit - the failure makes her wince.)
She finds it first.
"Over here," she calls to her wife, taking a step back.
She heads over, and, after a moment's hesitation, picks it up, turning it over in her hands.
Elathea stays back.
The collar is as shiny as it ever was, no worse for wear after its time on the ground.
She glances over at her wife. "I'll put it away." A pause, then, a bit slowly: "Do - you want me to not tell you where?"
"I just... can't, now that I see it again. Not yet."
She puts a hand on Gleam's Grace, wrapped around her wrist.
She slides the collar into an inner pocket of her coat, out of sight, and steps up to her wife, setting her hands over Elathea's, cradling her Grace.
"You still hold this," she murmurs. "You're still worthy of it."
Small smile. And, as she strokes her thumbs over Elathea's hand, brushing against her Grace - "Would you let me go, if I asked?"
She kisses her wife, then, softly. (It's been a while, hasn't it?)
"Then there's no one more worthy of my constancy than you."
"Glad we're in agreement."
Kiss, and then a giggle, then - "We should let the girls know we're awake."
Inside, then? Though with it being already midday, it's anyone's guess where they've gotten off to...
Maybe if they make enough of a commotion, the kids will find them.
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