[For a strange, charged moment, the column of stillness seems to expand, as if suspending the whole ship outside of time.]
Annaliese.
[Sheyd repeats the name with relish, rolling each syllable over his tongue. As he does so, a light coalesces in his eyes, brightening them to a glowing, living, seaside green. They take in her smile eagerly, hungrily, and when he answers, his voice is low with pleasure.]
Yes. Let it be so.
[His thumb grazes her soft, pale cheek.
In an instant, the wind turns. It fills the Omen’s sails quickly enough for the canvas to sound a magnificent snap. The sailors shout in surprise and awe as the storm they’d just been fighting blesses them instead with a powerful tailwind, propelling them forward across death’s waves. At the same time, light like sun on gold wreathes both Sheyd and Annaliese, outlining where they now connect. Physically. Magically.
Sheyd’s right eye in particular shines brighter as he smiles and steps back.]
You’ve the devil’s own luck now, my Annaliese.
[Ursula, the demoness ahead, recoils as she realizes something’s changed without her noticing. The rain howls, sleeting almost horizontally at the ship, but the wind working against her weakens the onslaught. All the while, the ship thrusts towards her like a javelin—except that it continues to pick up speed.]
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Annaliese.
[Sheyd repeats the name with relish, rolling each syllable over his tongue. As he does so, a light coalesces in his eyes, brightening them to a glowing, living, seaside green. They take in her smile eagerly, hungrily, and when he answers, his voice is low with pleasure.]
Yes. Let it be so.
[His thumb grazes her soft, pale cheek.
In an instant, the wind turns. It fills the Omen’s sails quickly enough for the canvas to sound a magnificent snap. The sailors shout in surprise and awe as the storm they’d just been fighting blesses them instead with a powerful tailwind, propelling them forward across death’s waves. At the same time, light like sun on gold wreathes both Sheyd and Annaliese, outlining where they now connect. Physically. Magically.
Sheyd’s right eye in particular shines brighter as he smiles and steps back.]
You’ve the devil’s own luck now, my Annaliese.
[Ursula, the demoness ahead, recoils as she realizes something’s changed without her noticing. The rain howls, sleeting almost horizontally at the ship, but the wind working against her weakens the onslaught. All the while, the ship thrusts towards her like a javelin—except that it continues to pick up speed.]
How would you like to use it?
[Matt Mercer voice: How do you want to do this?]