Ereshkigal has called Wraithvine to an island deep in the sea where nothing is going on. Inhabited by normal crabs, far from trade winds, no merfolk or shipwrecks in the vicinity, no more than background levels of magic. What is here that the Goddess is so insistent? -- Deathshead419
There's something people do to busy people that starts with, "While you're up," or, "While you're there," that will inevitably irritate the busy people in question. Gods do it too, but only to those sworn to the god's aid.
Between teaching Nimnae lessons he wouldn't forget, with most of the year between now and his next birthday, Wraithvine got The Call to investigate a small island to the south.
It would not take long to get there, nor to get back. So it promised to be a relatively quick trip. Wraithvine knew the lure of the quick trip that ended up taking centuries or more. But hir goddess had promised that ze would be back before Nimnae's next petulant attempt at a birthday wish. And the goddess always kept her promises.
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