Dima stood on grass with trembling legs, looking down as if it would make everything above her blissfully nonexistent. Shaking from the certainty she'd just made the worst decision of her life… after finally accepting that most of what happened since flirting with then named, then supposedly male Qatrand er Yecine… had lead to the strange but often pleasant last few years. The woman just wasn't sure that 'often' made up for all of the terrifying and paranoia inducing moments anything about the Goltbred heiress seemed to 'gift' her.
'Intentionally trapped for months. Dimensional bubble that seems impossible. Strangling essence levels. That sky is PURPLE! What was I thinking? What was Klaytei thinking by begging me to do this? What is-'
"Father!"
