Acceptance
Atlanta and I end up not going to the library. But, for once, I do not rue the lost chance of reading more books.
Because she is already riveted on my displays of illusion alone, while I can do so much more.
We end up returning to the beach where I landed, and I make her numerous figurines of the plants and creatures that I talked about, by openly moulding sand with my seiðr into sandstone. Here, I also confess that my currently childlike stature is the result of a transportation spell gone awry.
I drench her with some summoned seawater – after shielding us with an illusion – when she smilingly remarks that my seiðr clearly knows best, and thus the unexpected effect has actually not been a mistake.
But I do gift her with a figurine of my true self, when she asks for it.
I am only aware of my returning exhaustion when we are back in her home, through my transportation spell, which she insisted on trying, despite knowing that it is seiðrwork and that I recently failed at it.
Well, I have so little reason to be so happily exhausted, to date.
Yet another gift from her….