I lifted into the air and soared down the slope. Lights gathered to me, the green enhancement spirits bobbed around me. They swirled into a sheath of ...emerald, drawn by my desperation. I rushed closer and closer to Zanyia.She lay still. Unmoving.Purple burst around me, engulfing the horde of enhancement spirits at her body, biting my lower lip. She couldn’t be dead, too. Her playful antics danced through my thoughts. She lived with her emotions, embracing them. She didn’t hide them. She lived to. The soft swish of her nylon stockings sounded impossibly loud in the silent room."I'm going to ask you once and only once," she said, appearing distracted as she brushed a piece of lint from her skirt. "Did you break the vase?"I sighed and lowered my eyes. I considered compounding the lie, sticking to my story and hoping that she believed me. She would have no idea whether I broke the vase or not, and surely couldn't prove it one way or the other. But I caught myself before I spoke, a wave of. I guessed he was one of the many who weren't overly fond of her."According to Morgan, the local search was supposed to have been quite massive." I said, pouring the slender Muse some more wine, letting him drink most of it. After several years trying to kill myself one bottle at a time, I had suddenly discovered moderation. I think that the Gods were somehow responsible."It is odd that I hadn't heard anything about that search," Blaster reflected, not comfortable being left out of something. He. “Now hold still.”I swallowed and forced myself to sit upright and to stop fighting. A soft material that smelled of something flowery and pleasant laid itself over my eyes and pulled tight against my face and the tops of my ears. She made a knot at the back of my head. A blindfold. I felt her fingers brush against my hair and my scalp prickled a little. “Kinky,” I remarked, my voice a little rougher than I wanted.“You’ll leave that there,” she said, already turning away because she knew I would.