Anthesis of Sadness

I stepped outside, Lysara by my side, and once out, I remained still for a moment, my gaze lost in the inky sky.

Six Varkh.

I quickly did the math in my head... then burst out in a sudden, irrepressible laugh.

— Six thousand krags... Six thousand!

I turned to Lysara, carried away by a stupid impulse.

— We’re rich!!

In a burst of enthusiasm, I slipped my arms under her to lift her up. A spontaneous, joyful gesture.

But nothing happened.

I pulled. I pushed. She didn’t budge an inch. Unfazed. Unmovable.

I just stood there, arms numb, breath a little short.

Then I looked behind her... and understood.