Where Keri receives three messengers, and is later one of three messengers herself, and in doing so, receives a lesson about expectations and recognition.

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Some red-headed step-child stops by for a chat and an invitation. 604 words are spoken. I walk away unencumbered.

The ground is soft under me. The new boots hold my feet in warmth and comfort. The sound of my feather cloak against my traveling clothes drowns out all else. It is only when I stop to look around, do I hear my breathing, and a softly sibilant hiss.

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This morning, I thought more on the unfortunate comments and found myself quite angry about the situation. The god in question doesn’t matter. The devotee picked on, doesn’t matter. Neither one of those Anons were thinking of this. They saw someone behaving in a manner they did not agree with and took it upon themselves to “correct’ the devotee and to do so in an abusive manner.

Well.

Can’t have all this rage built up, right?

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“You mention being suddenly aware of the multitude of divination devices around you in the Waking. Have you considered you are also suddenly acquiring ancestral spirits?” Snake turned her statue slightly, squaring it with the shelf.

“She’s not…”

“Nearly every European, and Americans of European descent, can trace a genetic lineage to Charlemagne.”

“And Africa is a helluva lot larger than Europe, and contains a helluva lot more ethnicities.”

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Playing with Puppy in the Gardens, followed by Tumblring in my dreams. Again.

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Returning to the corridor was easy. I had to make the willful choice to return to the entity. The hallway darkened as before. The hallway smelled like a freshly cleaned rifle still. The material felt neither stone nor metal still. The hallway ended at a pitch black expanse as before.

“I am Weaver. Who calls for me and by what name do you call?”

The wall moved back into view. The lone spotlight shown again over the relief carved statue. But this time I heard other blocks moving. The wall behind and above me teased my ear with the sound of something like thin stone moving.

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The clatter of bones from beyond the mounds told me I wasn’t the only bipedal creature headed somewhere. The further I went, the more quiet the ravens with me, and the more heavy the air was. This was definitely a formal affair I was going to. If I wasn’t already in the Boneyard, I’d say I was headed for someone’s funeral.

There were more ravens than bones. A few turned to watch me approach, pass, and depart. Most were staring at a fixed place. Just before I made the last turn, the ravens pulled me to a full stop. I understood. It was not time for my entrance just yet. I heard a commotion around the bend. The sound of someone weeping. A scuffle. A sharp cry. Silence.

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